Shit.Fuck.
She drops her head into my pillow, her body shaking, and then I hear it.
She’s laughing. “Oh my god, I can’t even be properly seduced.”
At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what she says.
It’s a little muffled.
“Do youwantto be seduced?” I ask.
“Yes.” She turns her head and looks at me, those glorious dark eyes still glittering with hunger, her lips parted. “I don’t…let go…well. I get all up in my head, and…”
I scoot back up the bed to line myself up with her. “What turns you on?”
Her cheeks go a lovely pink. “Like, specifically?”
“Boobs turn me on,” I tell her. “A lovely set of breasts, begging to be squeezed with lickable nipples… Yeah. That does it.”
Thank fuck, thatisdoing it. My hard-on is re-rising to the occasion.
“So does that smile.” I brush my thumb over her lips as they tip up.
“I like kissing,” she whispers.
“What kind of kissing?”
“All the kinds of kissing.”
“Like this?” I tease her lips with mine, barely making contact.
She hums softly. “Yes.”
“How about this?” I suck her lower lip into my mouth.
She moans and grips the back of my neck, holding me there and taking charge until her tongue is dancing with mine and I’m once again on the verge of losing control of my dick.
I am no longer seducing this woman.
Instead, she’s seducing me, and I’m like a clumsy teenager who can’t tug her spaghetti straps off her shoulders despite how loose her shimmery black dress is.
And I haven’t even seen her bare breasts yet.
Fuck, I want to see them. I want to taste them. But mostly, I want to not blow my load before she comes all over my cock.
“I like that,” she gasps as she pulls out of the kiss, lifts herself onto her knees, and tosses her dress over her head.
Oh.
My.
Holy.
Sweet.
Baseball.
Diamonds.
