As I continued making my way toward her, she stepped back until she was up against the wall. I placed a hand on each side of her body. I could hear the shakiness in her breathing as she looked up at me.
“You can try to fool yourself into believing it was only a one-time thing, but we both know the truth. The response out of you when I kissed you last weekend was the same response I got down there. So stop trying to kid yourself,” I whispered as I stared into her eyes. “You want it again. You want me again.”
She locked eyes with mine, and she swallowed hard as she stared at me.
“You weren’t that good,” she said, her voice shaking and cracking.
“I beg to differ.” I moved close enough my nose touched her cheek.
She smelled divine. Again, she wore the same coconut body lotion she’d used in Cozumel. The sweet scent flooded my nose. I could feel the warmth of her body, and the closer I got, the quicker her breathing picked up.
“You weren’t. I barely even…”
It was then she closed her eyes and swallowed hard. When she opened them, she met mine. Her pupils were dilated, and her chest was now rising and falling faster.
“Are you going to tell me you barely came?” I whispered, my lips grazing her ear.
I looked into her eyes and allowed mine to wander. I could see the outline of her perfect nipples through her dress and almost immediately wanted to bring my mouth to them.
She slowly shook her head. “It’s the truth,” she said, breathing hard.
“Is it?”
She nodded, this time not saying anything.
“Tell you what. If you are telling me the truth right now, then you’re probably not wet. Would that be correct?”
Her eyes widened at my question and her breathing picked up the pace as she looked at me.
“Tell me? Would I be right?”
She nodded.
I brought my hand to my chin and ran my fingers over my jaw. “Okay then. So if I were to reach into your panties, I’d find you drier than the Sahara? Correct?”
She nodded, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
I dropped my hand from my jaw to the bottom of her short skirt and danced my fingers slowly along her inner thigh, making my way toward her centre.
I watched her. She closed her eyes, her breathing now quicker than before. “What…what are you doing?” she murmured, her voice shaking as her eyes fell to my lips.
I slipped her panties to the side and ran my fingers through her soaked center, closing my eyes as I felt her.
“Liar,” I growled.
Almost immediately, her lips were on mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I kept her up against the wall and slid two fingers deep inside of her.
As my tongue parted her lips and washed through her mouth, she let out a tiny moan. I could feel myself straining against my jeans and had never been so happy when she lowered her hands and pulled at my belt, loosening it enough to open the button and drop the zipper.
“I hate you,” she breathed heavily between kisses as she dug her hand into my pants and grabbed my hard cock.
“No, you don’t,” I whispered.
I pulled at the top of her dress, lowering it so I could have access to her amazing tits. The second they were bare, I brought my mouth to one of her perfect pink nipples and swirled my tongue around it, then sucked it into my mouth. She let out a moan loud enough that someone could have heard if it hadn’t been for the music pumping through the house.
“No, I do,” she said, breathing hard.
“That’s fine. Then I hate you too,” I replied as I moved my mouth to the other nipple.
