over her head. Her arms wrapped around my neck and with her lips
over mine, I went straight to undo her bottoms.
My lips left hers and moved down her body as I
helped her wiggle her shorts down. I knelt in front of her and smiled at the
sight of the tiny black lacy number she was wearing. Looking up, she was grinning
down at me. “I wondered if I’d ever get to see those again,” I said.
I watched her face as I ran my thumb over her lace-covered
lips and felt the humidity from her juices. The hand that cupped her rear felt
her quiver. Tapping each of her legs, she stepped out of her shorts. I kissed
her core through the material and looked up at her again. Her head had tilted
back in rapture.
“Turn around,” I said. She did. I found myself
face to her firm bottom. “Has anyone ever told you what a fine ass you have?”
My hands rubbed up her legs, onto her bare cheeks before pausing on her hips.
I nipped her, making her jump.
“Pax!” I laughed at her reaction.
There was more I wanted to do to her, so much more.
I made my ascent, letting my hands rub up her sides, to her shoulders, pushing her
bra strap to the side and ran a path of kisses from her shoulder to the back of
her neck. My fingers trailed down until I could wrap one arm around her waist
and hold her against me. I nipped the tender skin behind her ear and felt her
body begin to shake when I rubbed my erection into her firm ass.
“I want you on your back, on the bed,” I said and
sucked her earlobe, “eyes closed.” Her breath caught.
I reached between us and undid the clasp to her
bra with one hand before I allowed her to move away.
I lowered myself beside her, feeling her body warm
mine. “This is a little something different,” I explained. “I don’t want you
to move, I want you to listen to my voice and feel my touch.” I ran a light
finger over her collarbone. She hummed. “For months, you’ve been teasing me
with your stories, your flirty comments, and toying with mention of things you
would do to me if we ever met face-to-face,” I said as I nuzzled her ear.
“This isn’t what it’s all about. Don’t get me wrong, by the time the night is
over, I’ll have fucked you the way I know you ache to be fucked, Alissa.” She
whimpered. My fingers began tweaking her pert nipples, hardening them further—her
body’s responses amazed me.
“I will ravage your body until you’re begging me
to stick my cock into your pussy.” I shifted and nudged my knee between her
legs, rubbing it against her heat. She spread her legs further for me and dug
her butt into the mattress.
“I have a plan for us, Allie.” I took one nipple
in my mouth and sucked hard on it before releasing it with a pop. She moaned.
“You say we’re friends with benefits?” She nodded with hesitance, “but you’ve
also called yourself my girlfriend.” My heart swelled when there was no
hesitation this time. “Sweetheart, we have a bit of a dilemma here,” I said
and took her other nipple and inflicted the same treatment I had to the other.
“Here’s what I propose but open your eyes first.” I waited for her to do so.
“By the end of this week, we’ll know which one of those it’ll be, that ,
I swear to you.” I kissed her hard at first and then softened my assault
before pulling back.
“Pax-”
“This is for you, baby,” I said gruffly.
“Tonight, I show you how hot you make me. Tomorrow, you’ll know how beautiful
you are to me.” Our eyes connected and I was entranced by those bright blue
orbs of hers, mixed with softness and potent lust. “Now, close your eyes again
but this time, tell me what you want from me.”
I licked a trail back down to between her
breasts. My mouth found a nipple and flicked it with my tongue while pinching
the other one and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.
“That,” she said, panting as I continued. I
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