Page 69 of Passing Ships
I return my attention to his jeans as he leans back and lets me make quick work of the button and zipper. I slide a hand inside and find he, too, chose to go commando after our dip in the pool.
He grows hard under my touch. Taking my face back into his hands, he brings his mouth to mine once again.
This kiss is different. It’s gentle and reverent.
And that just won’t do.
Not tonight.
Lennon
She releases her hold on me and starts walking backward toward the living room. Her eyes never leave mine as her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Every step I take toward her, she counter-steps. Evading my touch.
“Amiya, stop,” I command.
She ignores me as she climbs onto the couch.
Without a word, she brings her bare legs up, turns, tucks them under her, and lies over the arm of the couch.
Offering up her smooth, round ass to me like the sweet prize it is.
Standing over her, I kick out of my jeans as I caress one slope before slipping my hand between her cheeks.
“Is this what you want?” I ask as I spread her knees slightly apart and bend to skim my tongue over the dip in her back.
She moans her response as I nip and lap my way to her opening before thrusting my tongue inside.
“Yes,” she murmurs into the soft leather.
I want to devour her, but I know it’s not what she needs right now. What she’s asking for.
Placing my knee on the couch, I move in behind her. Taking my erection into my hand, I guide the swollen tip to her entrance, dragging it through her wetness and over her clit before I fill her deeply with one plunge of my hips.
She arches up, planting her elbows on the arm of the couch, and cries my name as she begins rocking back to meet my thrusts. I grasp her side and pump into her, penetrating deeper each time.
“You feel so damn good, Legs,” I groan as my free hand wraps around her rib cage to palm her breast, kneading the sensitive flesh and plucking at her tender nipple through the thin material of her tee.
She writhes in my grip as she turns her head, her lips seeking mine. Our mouths collide. My hand releases her breast and slides up to her throat as our tongues wrestle for control of the kiss. It’s such a turn-on to hold her this way as I take her from behind.
She breaks the kiss, and I bury my face in her neck, my breaths uneven as the tension builds at the base of my spine. I try to hold on as I glide my fingers between her legs to pinch her clit before running circles around it as I pound into her faster.
“I’m close, baby,” she hisses as she closes her eyes and bucks her hips, riding both my hand and my cock.
When the orgasm hits, she wails my name, and it echoes off the walls.
She collapses, and I follow her down as I continue plunging into her depths.
I can feel the couch moving across the floor as I thrust into her.
Seb’s brand-new hardwood floor.
Fuck it. I’ll buy him new flooring.
Amiya murmurs her encouragement, and my body jerks as I let out a string of unintelligible curses when I explode.
My body covers hers as we both gasp for air.