Page 105 of Untying the Knot
“What?” I ask, laughing. “Seriously? You don’t like it?”
She grins. “No, just kidding. I love it. It might be my new favorite thing of all time.” She then takes another bite. This time, she gets marshmallow on her lips, and I lean in and lick it off for her. When she finishes chewing, she shifts on my lap so she’s straddling me again and feeds me the last bite of the s’more.
I chew.
Swallow.
And then watch as she brings her marshmallow and chocolate-coated fingers to my mouth. Eyes on hers, I suck on her index finger, rolling my tongue over the tip and sucking hard. As she watches me, her mouth parts slightly and her breathing picks up. With each finger I clean, she offers me one more until nothing is left on them.
When she pulls her last finger out of my mouth, I say, “Was it good?”
She wets her lips. “So good.”
And then she grips the back of my neck and pulls me in close where our mouths meet, and she kisses me. Deeply. Like her life depends on it.
Her fingers dig into the back of my neck, her mouth parts open, and her tongue tangles with mine. There is nothing sweet about this kiss. It’s feral, animalistic, greedy. And it’s everything.
I slip my fingers under her crop top.
Her fingers tangle into my hair.
I release her mouth and kiss the side of her jaw.
She tilts her head back, giving me access to her beautiful neck.
I move my hand up to the clasp of her bra.
She mutters, “Please.”
I don’t need much more than that before I undo the clasp. She shifts around, taking her bra off and then dropping it on the couch next to us. Then with both hands, she grips my jaw and kisses me on the mouth as she rocks her hips over mine.
A low moan passes through me as I grow hard in seconds. Hell, when I was licking her fingers, I was getting hard, but now, with her rocking on top of me, it’s a done deal. I’m lost, and I want her. I want her so bad.
“Touch me,” she whispers.
“Not here,” I say as I lift from the couch. While she’s still straddling me, I walk us over to the partitioned area. The entire time, she’s pressing kisses across my jaw.
“I want you, Ryot.”
I sit on the deep couch, resting against the back, giving us more space. She makes herself comfortable on top of me. Her beaded nipples press against the fabric of her white shirt, enticing me, showing me that she’s more than ready for my touch, so I slide my hand up her front, just below her breast.
A low hiss falls past her lips as she tugs on the hem of my shirt. “I want this off.”
“Then take it off,” I say right before she pulls on my shirt until it’s all the way off.
She lets out a large sigh before her hands explore my pecs. “Your body is incredible, Ryot.”
I cup her breast gently, letting the weight rest in my palm before I graze my thumb over the little nub. Her tits aren’t too big but not small either, the perfect size for her body. Perfect for me.
Wanting more, I pull her shirt up and over her head, revealing her naked chest.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I stare at her. “Myla, you’re . . . you’re so fucking beautiful.”
And then her lips are on mine again. I don’t get a chance to touch her breasts again before she’s gripping my pecs tightly, peppering kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and then to my chest, where she nibbles along my muscles.
“Claim me,” I say through clenched teeth as her hand finds my erection in my jeans and starts rubbing me. “Mark me, Myla.”
She does just that. She drags her nails over my chest, past my nipples, bites along my pecs, sucks, and then licks all the way down my abs, taking a moment to mark them as well. It’s so fucking sexy that my cock is straining to be released. When she reaches the button of my jeans and starts to undo it, I feel my cock jump against the fabric.
