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Authors: Jaye Ripley
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In two seconds, she can be naked underneath me on the couch. Or naked and spread out on the couch with me kneeling in front of her. Or leaning over the couch with me behind her.
The pants of my own breath fill the air. My dick encourages me to choose and get on with it. But as sure as I was earlier that she’d be going home with me tonight, the shit my friends gave me holds me back from taking what I want.
“Hey,” I say to her in almost a whisper.
Mel takes two steps, places one hand around my neck and the other on my face, and pulls me into her, crushing her mouth against mine. Where I had to convince her to give in earlier, she now seduces my mouth open, her tongue slipping in to dance with mine.
My arms snake around her body and pull her against my throbbing cock. Kissing her will never be enough. Touching her won’t satisfy the need growing inside me. Every inch of her needs to be touched by me, branded by me, until she can’t think of anyone else but me.
Our kiss is rough. My stubble scratches her face, but she never pulls back. Her tongue licks my top lip, and I suck her bottom lip, biting its plump mound. Something between a groan and a purr comes out of her, and it takes a Herculean effort not to rip off every stitch of her clothing.
We kiss until I lose all breath. Even as I try to pull away to recover, she increases the intensity of her attack, willing to suck all the life out of me.
If kissing Mel means death, then I’ll die happy, drowning in her.
10
Mel
K issing Hunter is like going to the county fair. My stomach quakes with butterflies at the anticipation. My mind crowds with all the possibilities and choices of what comes next like a kid on her first time, wanting to try it all. Instead of waiting for him to make his move, I’ve taken the hammer to swing for the win. I’m sure if I bang long and hard enough, I’ll ring his bell and win prize after prize.
The biggest thrill that sends my body on its own Tilt-A-Whirl comes from Hunter’s responses to me. He grunts every time my fingers run through his hair, grabbing his head and holding him close. His teeth nibble at my lips, and his tongue entwines with mine. His hunger for more equals mine. By the way we’re going at each other, we’re both starved.
If I push my body against his and walk him backwards a bit, he could land on the couch. Then I could straddle him. Or take off his shirt and lick those abs-for-days I know he has underneath his shirt. Or unzip his pants and kneel in front of him. Choice after delicious choice makes my drenched pussy clench more than once.
Occasionally, he tries to slow down and pull away, but my idea of never letting go is so much better. A change in angle and sucking on his bottom lip keeps him attached to me for a few seconds more. It takes his hands moving from my ass to my shoulders and a concerted effort on his part to pull his hips away from mine for me to concede and give us a break.
Our chests heave. The sound of our panting combats the silent room. My eyes close as my body enjoys the sweet ache building inside of me. Hunter rests his forehead against mine. His hand touches my face, his thumb tracing over my swollen lips.
“Holy Hell,” he exhales.
Satisfaction blooms inside of me. “Hey, Hunter.” My eyes open to find his still closed as he catches his breath. I lean into his neck and whisper in his ear, “You know, I could strip naked and take you right here on this couch.”
Hunter’s eyes fly open, and his breath hitches. The grip from his one hand on my shoulder tightens, and he pushes me back.
“That’s it. We’ve got to get out of here.”
“What? Not a good idea? I thought that’s where we were headed tonight.” My pout is just playful enough.
He lets me go and rakes his finger through his messed up hair. Hat on or off, the man looks fan-fucking-tastic. But I think I prefer no hat. It allows my fingers to run through his dark hair.
“I don’t know where we’re
The pants of my own breath fill the air. My dick encourages me to choose and get on with it. But as sure as I was earlier that she’d be going home with me tonight, the shit my friends gave me holds me back from taking what I want.
“Hey,” I say to her in almost a whisper.
Mel takes two steps, places one hand around my neck and the other on my face, and pulls me into her, crushing her mouth against mine. Where I had to convince her to give in earlier, she now seduces my mouth open, her tongue slipping in to dance with mine.
My arms snake around her body and pull her against my throbbing cock. Kissing her will never be enough. Touching her won’t satisfy the need growing inside me. Every inch of her needs to be touched by me, branded by me, until she can’t think of anyone else but me.
Our kiss is rough. My stubble scratches her face, but she never pulls back. Her tongue licks my top lip, and I suck her bottom lip, biting its plump mound. Something between a groan and a purr comes out of her, and it takes a Herculean effort not to rip off every stitch of her clothing.
We kiss until I lose all breath. Even as I try to pull away to recover, she increases the intensity of her attack, willing to suck all the life out of me.
If kissing Mel means death, then I’ll die happy, drowning in her.
10
Mel
K issing Hunter is like going to the county fair. My stomach quakes with butterflies at the anticipation. My mind crowds with all the possibilities and choices of what comes next like a kid on her first time, wanting to try it all. Instead of waiting for him to make his move, I’ve taken the hammer to swing for the win. I’m sure if I bang long and hard enough, I’ll ring his bell and win prize after prize.
The biggest thrill that sends my body on its own Tilt-A-Whirl comes from Hunter’s responses to me. He grunts every time my fingers run through his hair, grabbing his head and holding him close. His teeth nibble at my lips, and his tongue entwines with mine. His hunger for more equals mine. By the way we’re going at each other, we’re both starved.
If I push my body against his and walk him backwards a bit, he could land on the couch. Then I could straddle him. Or take off his shirt and lick those abs-for-days I know he has underneath his shirt. Or unzip his pants and kneel in front of him. Choice after delicious choice makes my drenched pussy clench more than once.
Occasionally, he tries to slow down and pull away, but my idea of never letting go is so much better. A change in angle and sucking on his bottom lip keeps him attached to me for a few seconds more. It takes his hands moving from my ass to my shoulders and a concerted effort on his part to pull his hips away from mine for me to concede and give us a break.
Our chests heave. The sound of our panting combats the silent room. My eyes close as my body enjoys the sweet ache building inside of me. Hunter rests his forehead against mine. His hand touches my face, his thumb tracing over my swollen lips.
“Holy Hell,” he exhales.
Satisfaction blooms inside of me. “Hey, Hunter.” My eyes open to find his still closed as he catches his breath. I lean into his neck and whisper in his ear, “You know, I could strip naked and take you right here on this couch.”
Hunter’s eyes fly open, and his breath hitches. The grip from his one hand on my shoulder tightens, and he pushes me back.
“That’s it. We’ve got to get out of here.”
“What? Not a good idea? I thought that’s where we were headed tonight.” My pout is just playful enough.
He lets me go and rakes his finger through his messed up hair. Hat on or off, the man looks fan-fucking-tastic. But I think I prefer no hat. It allows my fingers to run through his dark hair.
“I don’t know where we’re
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