Page 69 of Smut
Her eyes flash open, inches from mine. They’re fearful and lustful and wanting, and she gives me a barely imperceptible nod.
Yes.
I close my eyes and kiss her, her soft, cushiony lips parting beneath mine. She tastes gorgeous, like mint and orange, and I could drink forever. Her tongue is wet and small and soft as it tentatively brushes against mine. It’s good.
So good.
Too good.
I could kiss her into eternity if she’d let me.
A tight noise of want emits from her throat and everything inside me builds, my cock getting stiffer, needing desperate release. The kiss deepens and I want nothing more than to devour her, to let loose this wild, passionate hurricane I’m trying to hold back because if it gets loose, I’ll ravage her until she can’t walk, until she won’t know her own name. I’ll show her everything she’s been missing and everything she’ll be begging for after.
My hands slip down her shirt again, this time sliding under her tank top.
He feels her hot skin; she’s nearly feverish with her lust.
My fingers trail up toward her breasts, skimming the edge of her bra.
Expensive lace, he absently notes, wondering if she was planning this.
Her hands come around my neck, holding me in place as she bucks up toward me.
She’s desperate now, her pussy swollen and dying for sweet release.
I grasp the edge of her bra, pulling it down until her nipple is exposed. I run the pad of my thumb over it, feeling it harden into a pebble.
Fuck me. If I come in my pants, that’s not going in the book.
“‘Do you like that?’ he whispers to her,” I murmur this against her mouth.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, and as I rub my thumb over her nipple again, she stiffens all over, drawn to me, groaning loudly.
“Now that’s what I was talking about,” I smile, pulling back slightly.
She blinks at me, probably unaware of how loud she was. Luckily she can see well up close, so I know I’m not a blur, even if I might feel like one.
I want to hear more.
“Amanda!?” Ana’s booming voice suddenly bursts into our living erotica. “Sweet one?”
We look at each other in fright. “Shit!” Amanda squeaks, pushing me off of her. “The Cock Book!”
Damn it!
We both scamper off the bed, adjusting our clothes before we go running for the door. Amanda flings it open as we burst into the living room.
Ana is frowning at the table, but luckily she’s not within reading distance of our work.
“What did you do with my makeup station?” she asks, sounding annoyed, but then as she looks over and spots me standing in the doorway of Amanda’s bedroom, her face lights up, going from happy to see me to jumping to all the wrong, yet almost right, conclusions.
“I’m so sorry!” she says in her thick accent, even though she puts her hand on her lips, thrusting out her breasts. Her finger zig-zags between the both of us. “I had no idea you were…here. Together. Like this. This is great!”
I swallow, glancing over at Amanda. She’s going around the table, clearing it and closing laptops, and the more I stare at her, the more I realize she’s avoiding my eyes.
“Why are you home early?” she says to Ana, trying to play it off. “I thought you had a date.”
“I did. The food was excellent,” she says with a smile. Then, as if remembering, she holds up a BC liquor store bag.“I bought some wine! Blake, please have some with us.”