Love Me Like That Read Online Free PDF Page B

well. She falls against my chest and uses her hands to steady herself. The flex of her fingers against my shirt does not go unnoticed.
    She giggles and sighs as she turns and sweeps her head back and forth; it’s almost like she’s already forgotten how to get back to the guest bedroom.
    “Let me help you,” I offer and steady her with an arm around her waist. I once again want to sweep her up in my arms, just like I did outside. Only, this time, the reason would be a little more self-serving because I want to feel her warmth against my body. I do know my limitations, though, and we’d both fall down the stairs if my drunken ass attempted that. In no way is a broken neck chivalrous.
    I shake my head quickly trying to rid it of any of those thoughts.
    “Thank you,” she whispers and turns her head acknowledging me. The gust of her warm breath on my neck sends a quick shiver down my spine, and for the first time today it has nothing to do with the below-freezing temps that are going on outside.
    I resist the urge to squeeze her hip with the hand that is resting there and take a step forward, gently propelling her to the stairs. We stagger and sway down the hallway and somehow manage to traverse the stairs without injury or damage to the house.
    I’d closed her door behind me to keep the warmth of the fire in the room when I left earlier. Stepping up to the door, I use my free hand to turn the knob and push it open. As we clear the reach of the door, I use my foot to close it behind us. How I did that without toppling us both over I have no idea.
    I’m trying to convince myself I’m not as drunk as I’d initially thought as I step up to the side of the bed. With London on my right, I reach out with my left hand and pull back the covers so she can slip in. When I feel her hot breath on my neck again, I’m convincing myself I’m too drunk to make good choices.
    I blame the alcohol for parting my lips when she turns in my arms and presses her soft mouth against mine. I blame the alcohol for taking two large handfuls of her succulent ass and squeezing. I blame the alcohol for grinding my erection against her lower belly.
    My erection.
    An erection that I got from just this kiss. A typical response to a sexual stimulus. A response that hasn’t happened in what seems like forever that didn’t take an extremely assertive focus, namely long minutes of oral stimulation. In other words, it usually takes a focused blow job to get me this revved up. At least it has the last couple of years.
    I groan when her cold fingers find their way under my t-shirt and caress the muscles on my back. I reach over my shoulders and pull the shirt over my head, tossing it unceremoniously to the floor. Grateful she broke the skin to skin proverbial ice, I slide my hands past the waist of her athletic pants, under her barely there panties and grip her ass.
    Sliding her hands around, she begins to work feverishly to get my belt buckle undone. I step back and take over, unable to move fast enough with the whiskey haze. She watches me and begins to strip down. Not even bothering with her top half she hastily pushes down her athletic pants and underwear, kicking them to the side.
    The second my jeans and boxers are free of my feet we crash back together. Her arms are around my neck, and my hands have once again gravitated to her ass. The skin to skin contact is electric, and I’m so greedy for her I lift her in my arms and position her on the bed, my erection pulsing against her hot, wet heat.
    I nip her neck and release her ass so I can shove her shirt up. Pulling the zipper of her sports bra down, the most magnificent pair of tits I’ve ever seen are exposed in the dancing light of the flames from the fireplace.
    Amazing. I’ve always considered myself an ass man until this very second when I came face to face with these incredible breasts. She whimpers when I strike at a puckered tip with my hot mouth. The grinding of her hips against my