62. Chapter Sixty-Two

Chapter Sixty-Two

Toby

I could have let her go.

Had her brush her teeth or chug a gallon of water.

But once those approving words left her lips, I no longer had a choice.

With her … I've never had a choice.

Because Anna kisses me back with those plump lips and I tease her tongue with mine and the rest of the world officially disappears.

Just me and her.

I lean into her until she falls back onto the cushions, and I follow her down, my hips wedging between her thighs.

Anna lets out a sweet little grunt when my weight settles atop her, wrapping her thick thighs around my waist.

This is not what I intended to start the night with.

"Fuck," I breathe out against her lips and nip at the bottom one.

Lowering my chest so that Anna's tits press against my pecs, I trail my lips across her jaw and down her delicate neck.

It smells better than I remember.

"Jeffers," Anna half moans, half whispers. "I have guests in the other room." She wiggles beneath me.

"Guess you'll have to keep it quiet then," I murmur and sink my teeth into the junction where her neck meets her shoulder, and she whimpers. "Or don't, I don't give a fuck."

Anna settles her hand in my hair. "This is a terrible idea." She grips the strands. " You're a terrible idea." Then yanks my head back until the fire in her emerald eyes meet mine.

I slide my hips forward, my stiff dick hitting the juncture between her thighs.

"That feel like a terrible idea?"

Her eyes somehow roll and roll back when my hips keep the momentum up, dragging my bulge over her clothed pussy.

The sight of her below me again, slowly sliding into that euphoric state because of me, makes my heart thunder. I salivate for her taste.

Pulling back, I shrug off my tee and then curl my fingers around the waistband of her pants and yank her legs free.

She yelps.

I grin.

"Jeffers, what are you doing? We should—"

I stop her with a palm to her belly.

"Let me eat…" I drop my chin between her legs, my words flowing over the little cotton panties. "I'm starved."

Anna shivers.

I trail the outline of the panties with one finger, dipping the pad beneath the fabric.

"Fuck, Mama," I groan at her wetness, and I'm not even inside her yet. "Let's play how quiet can you be ."

With that, I push the barrier aside and dive headfirst between her legs.

"Oh God ," Anna moans deep, her grip finding my hair again and yanking. "T-th-that's so good ."

Swirling my tongue, I hum against her and lap up every bit of her.

Her legs shake when my fingers find her entrance, her cunt quivering when I slide them inside.

"So close, aren't you, dirty girl?"

Looking past the mound of her tits, I catch her nod.

"Then come on my tongue. Show me how much you missed me."

Two pumps of my fingers and she's clamping down on them; one swipe of my tongue over her clit and she detonates.

"That's it, naughty girl. Soak my fucking face."

"Oh God, Toby ," Anna cries, her hips rotating into me as the orgasm wrecks her body. She whines, her hands slapping over her reddening face.

"What?" I can't help but chuckle. "I know I'm outta practice, but it couldn't have been that bad."

She grunts behind her coverage and hikes a leg over my head until they're crossed, but her ass is now in my face and my fingers are still buried inside her.

I bite her cheek, the digits pumping.

" Oh ," Anna calls out and swats my hands away. "What is wrong with you?"

"Oh," I mumble with a grin. "So much." Snorting when all she does is grumble, I sit my ass back on the couch beside her and throw an arm over her shoulders, tongue darting out to lick her taste from my fingers.

She's stiff at first, but when I jostle her a bit, she huffs and leans in to press her head to my chest.

"Is this considered cuddling?"

I snort and make grabby hands at her knee with my free hand. "Hell yes, Mama. Now gimme that leg."

The heat that radiates from her face settles into my chest like ink, but then she lifts that bare leg, and I lay it across my thighs.

My dick is still hard and restricted in my pants, but with her in my arms like this for the first time in fucking months and her smell stuck to the hair on my face, I don't care.

It weeps a little at the prospect of ignoring it, adding to the collection of pre-cum dampening my boxers, and yet the thought of letting Anna go is unfathomable.

Borderline painful.

Even if I got off because of it.

Pressing my lips to her hair, I remind myself that there's plenty of time for that later.

After she tells me when the hell she's coming home.

"So …" Anna drags out the word, her breath tickling the hairs on my chest. "How long has it been?"

"You wanna know if I'll remember this tomorrow?"

She tilts her head in affirmation.

And my heart aches.

"Anna, look at me," I demand, lifting her chin and guiding her gorgeous eyes up.

Except … she won't meet my gaze.

Her face is beyond red, yet not the shade I recall, and that grin I was clinging to for her drops. "Anna …?"

"You can't just—" She plants a hand to my chest, pushing herself away from me.

I let her.

"I can't just what?"

"Waltz in here!" Her arms fling up. "Through the damn window ." She bolts to her feet. "And eat me out." She jams her legs back into her pants. "Like it's nothing!"

"You forgot the cuddle." I bite back my smile when she whips around and stares daggers right at my head.

She says my name like she's chastising me, but it just makes my dick jump in my pants.

"Anna," I murmur back, and she flings those arms out again, letting them slap back down against her thighs.

"You didn't even say hi first."

When she punctuates her statement by crossing her arms over her full chest, I hop to my feet.

I raise my hands and cup the side of her neck. With my thumbs beneath her chin, I angle her face until her gaze slams to mine.

Smirking, I cock a brow at her.

"Hey, Mama."