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“You’re the only one who matters, though.”
Su
Her anger simmers like almost-boiling water. Su
Kissing is an art. It’s the most important part of foreplay. Everything I’ll do to the rest of her body with my fingers and—sweet Christ, please let this be the night—my dick is simulated with kissing.
She tries to be aggressive, to push her tongue past my lips, but I nip her with my teeth. She makes this pained sound, frustrated and needy at the same time.
As soon as her lips part I slip my tongue inside, stroking slowly. She tastes like the ci
I run a hand up her arm and across her shoulder until I’m cupping her cheek in my palm. Then I suck on her tongue. It drives her fucking crazy when I do that.
Su
I inch my palm up her thigh until the tip of my middle finger is under the hem of her shorts. Su
I’m playing with her. It might seem mean, but she’s enjoying it, and I’m having a good time getting her all excited. If I’m ever going to get her naked, I have to get her to the point where all she can think about is the orgasms I’ll give her if she lets me.
“I hate it when the hooker bu
I back up until her face comes into focus. “You don’t need to be jealous. You’re the only one I want all over me.”
Su
I’m cool with this kind of aggression. I’ve had sex with all kinds of women, from the quiet ones who like missionary, to the ones who think it’d be fun to tie me up and take control—not that I’ve ever let that happen.
I move the hand on her upper thigh to her waist. I don’t even try to go under her shirt. I keep it at her ribcage, my thumb two inches shy of the underside of her boob. Su
The less I touch where she wants me to, the more frantic she gets. Su
I’d say it doesn’t inflate my ego at all, but that’d be a total lie. Su
She runs her fingers through my hair, nails scratching lightly down the sides of my neck. When she reaches my shoulders she pauses, her eyes moving over my chest and down my abs.
“You look so good without a shirt on. I wish it was summer all the time.”
“I won’t wear one while we’re in the house.”
“Or by the pool.” Her fingertips drift down my arms.
“I won’t even wear shorts, if that’s what you want. I’ll swing free all weekend, just for you.”
“Just for me, eh?”
There’s the cute Canadian twang I like so much.
“Mmm. Just for you.”
“That’d be fun, but the neighbors can see everything.”
“Aren’t they, like, ninety?”
“Yeah, but the old guy’s a pervert. He watches me sunbathe with binoculars.”
“Seriously?”
“Sometimes. He’s harmless. I doubt he’s had a real hard-on since the early nineties.”
“I’m go
Su
“Look at how excited you are about me being shirtless. I don’t know if you can handle me naked, baby.” I grin at her put-out expression. Leaning in, I drop a kiss on the end of her nose, and another on her chin. “I’m fucking with you, Su
She cups the back of my neck, drawing me in for another kiss. Our tongues meet and tangle, softness changing to need as the kiss gets deeper and Su
Su
Unfortunately, I was in a rush getting to her, so I didn’t have time to rub one out before I got on the plane. It’s three in the morning. The last time I self-loved was yesterday. I whack a minimum of twice a day. Usually first thing in the morning and before bed. I’m behind, which means if she puts her hand on me, after two weeks of only my own, I’m likely to blow real fast. And I could probably use a quick clean-up with a razor. It’s not pretty in my pants right now.
Thankfully, we’re pressed up right against each other, and I’m grinding all over her, so it’s a struggle to get a hand between us. She gives up after a minute, her hands going back to my ass.
“Maybe we should go upstairs,” she says when I break free from her lips and kiss a path down her neck.
“That’s an idea.”
Except it will take us out of the moment. Plus, there’s something extra hot about making out with her in one of these hideous chairs, in the middle of her family living room. I scan the room; all the curtains are drawn, so her pervy neighbors can’t see inside. I decide I want to make her come here. That way, every time I have to sit in this room and chitchat with her parents, I’ll have this awesome memory.
I inch toward the top of her thigh. Su
“Let’s go to my room.”
“Whadda you wa
Su
“Miller.”
“’Sup, baby?” This time I slide a hand under her shirt, tickling along her ribs. When I reach that stupid bra I push it up until her breasts pop out the bottom. Now I can see her perfect nipples through the sheer fabric. It’s almost better than having an unobstructed view.
“Let’s just go—”
The words die when I cover her nipple with my mouth.
“Oh, God.” She wraps both arms around my head.