Page 8 of Saved Kisses

“You’re beautiful, but when you laugh”—he shakes his head, smiling at me—“it’s fucking breathtaking.”

I melt at his words.

“Thank you.” I relax into him. “For everything. You’ve been kind to me and well. I’ve been—”

He cuts me off. “Healing.”

“I was going to say being a bitch.”

“Never thought that once.” I can see the truth in his eyes. “Messed up. I’d almost call you a liar. Can’t see a man picking another woman over you but that shit is too messed up to even joke about.”

“Can I tell you something?” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Anything,” he says instantly. Reaching up, he pulls my lip out from me chewing on it.

“I was a little relieved that he was seeing someone else. I thought something was wrong with me. We never…” I trail off. We never did anything. It still stings to admit. It wasn't only my heart healing but my ego too.

“Hold up. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He shakes his head as if he can’t believe the words I’ve just uttered. “He’s never—You’ve never—” This realization has him grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“I’m glad you find my deepest darkest secrets amusing.” That should wipe that shit-eating grin off his face real quick. I decide to give him a little bit of a hard time about him being so joyous over my confession. His smile begins to falter but I don one of my own this time. It feels good to laugh about it for once.

“You can’t do that shit to me. If I thought I hurt you or made you feel bad that shit would eat me alive.” His face becomes serious so I do the only thing that makes sense. I kiss him. It’s light and quick but I want him to know that his words have had a positive impact on me. “I don’t fucking deserve you. You can do so much better than me. Look at you. I’ve had to literally beat the fuck out of someone to keep them away from you.” He shakes his head. “You kissing me like that has sealed your fate, though. I’m never letting you go.”

“Be careful what you wish for. You don’t really know me yet,” I remind him. “I could have lots of bad habits. Be terrible in bed.”

Grey stands, tossing me onto his soft giant bed. I hadn’t even realized that’s where we’d ended up. His bedroom.

He stands on the side of the bed looking down at me. “The last thing you could look in my bed is terrible.” I start to laugh again but as his eyes trace over my body, every part of me starts to tingle. I lick my lips thinking about the things we did in the office today as well as remembering all the things that I thought about doing to him after he left. When I was with my ex I never said the things I wanted. I went along with things. This could be different. I could be different.

“I want you to make me come again,” I tell him. No games. It’s the truth. In this moment it’s what I want. To forget about everything else and get lost in the same pleasure he gave me before. Grey visibly swallows before running a hand through his short hair, making me think maybe he isn't going to give me what I’m asking for.

Chapter 13


She’s afraid I’m going to hurt her. I see it in her eyes, in the tight way she holds her body. She’s afraid of rejection, of being loved and then forgotten. Maybe I should have the same fear but if there is any trepidation, it’s that she won’t see how endless my reserve of love for her is and can be.

“So, honey, I’m going to be straight with you.” I run my hand over her stomach. “I don’t know how love works. I’ve never really delved into that. It’s existed for me with my family and it exists now with you. I know it’s going to take some time to convince you of that, and I’m going to be patient. But”—I hold up a finger—“I might make a mistake because patience isn’t one of my ten best skills.”

This brings a rueful smile to her face. “And what are your ten best skills?”

I wink. “I’m about to show you.”

I pull up her shirt and help her off with her bra. Her tits jiggle a hello to me. I pinch one nipple and then the other. “You sensitive here?” I ask.

“Maybe?” She nibbles on her lower lip. “I don’t know.”

“Guess we’ll figure it out together.” I lower my head to her chest and plump up one ripe fruit with a hand. She’s all smooth skin with berry pink accents that are becoming red with arousal. I take a perky nip into my mouth, swirl my tongue around it and then bite down gently. She nearly bucks me off the bed. “Yeah, I think you’re sensitive here,” I say, grinning around the mouthful of tit. I reapply myself, sucking hard on one and thumbing the other into a hard point. Amie writhes beneath me, unconsciously clamping her thighs around my leg and riding me. My dick feels like it’s about to burst.

I reach between us and dip my hand into her panties. Her lubrication covers my hand and I use that to ease my passage into her tight pussy. It’s going to feel like heaven once I’m inside of her. I nearly come in my pants thinking about how her cunt is going to hug my sheath. I add another finger, widening them inside of her.

She groans and her hands dig into the mattress. I move down, lower until my mouth is even with her belly. It’s slightly rounded, curvy in all the right places. I pepper a line of kisses along the waistband of her pants and then ease them down over her plump ass and past her hips.

I let out a low whistle. “Look at how pretty you are.”

“Stop,” she half laughs, half sighs. Her hand comes down to cover the small patch of hair and her already swollen pussy lips.

“Nah.” I tug her hand away. “This is beautiful and I want to stare at it for a minute before I eat you out.” I settle between her legs and shove my palms under her ass. Her legs fall open. Spread wide, I can see her in full, glistening glory and it makes my mouth water. “Shit. I won’t ever be able to go back to work. I’m just going to be thinking about this right here.” As much as I like looking, though, I have to feast. I have to lick up that cum dripping from her cunt before my dry mouth turns to dust.

I lower my head and lick her in one broad stroke from clit to the puckered hole in the back. She gasps. I love this. I love having my head between her legs. I love the spicy taste of her on my tongue. I love the small pain she’s causing as her nails dig into my shoulders. I nose her legs farther apart and dig in, tonguing her hard until she comes with a cry and a shiver.

I waste no time in getting rid of my clothes. My cock jerks heavily in the air. He wants inside of Amie and he wants inside of her now.

“This might hurt,” I tell her, taking my massive shaft in hand and guiding the pulsing head to her core. “You’re tiny and I’m, well, not small.”

“Oh Lord,” she breathes out. Her eyes are small slits as she peers down at the length of cock I’m positioning at her tender opening.

“It’ll be a quick pain.”

She starts to close her legs. “How do you know?”

“Uh…” I pause, not sure how to answer because I’ve never been with any woman before Amie so I can’t really say it’s from experience and I haven’t done much research to find out what’s true. But it can’t be all bad. “People cheat, kill, and die for this moment so it’s got to be good at some point.”

Amie giggles. “That’s true.”

“Trust me. If anything I do is too much, I’ll stop.”

The laughter fades and the worry creeps back in. “I don’t want you to be mad if I can’t take you.”

Or find someone else, I’d guess is the bigger worry. “I’m not going to be mad. There’s plenty that we can do. Didn’t you just hear me saying how much I liked having my tongue inside your pussy? If that was all I’d ever be able to do, I’d be happy.”

“What about your—” She gestures toward my cock.

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