Even now, she sways her hips as she leans over, practically thrusting her ass in my face.The shorts ride up even more, digging into the crack of her ass, showing off every fucking bit of her curves.It hugs her so tightly that I can see the outline of her pussy lips, puffy and swollen.Am I crazy, or can I also see just a hint of coppery curls peeking out from the edge?Is she even wearing underwear?
Everything threatens to short circuit at that very thought.Knowing how easy it would be to just yank everything down and take her with my hand, my cock, or my mouth, to shove my fingers inside her tight little pussy and feel how wet she is, how ready… It's a temptation that has me clenching my fists and gritting my teeth so hard I'm shocked they don't crack.
I'm a bad man.A bad, depraved man.Turning, I force myself to purge my brain of the sight.Even if it wasn't her curls, even if she was wearing underwear, I don't think I'll ever be able to forget the sight of her pussy lips pressing against the thin fabric, perfectly outlined so I know almost intimately how she looks down there without even seeing her bare.It’s like I can perfectly imagine how it would look spread open, pink and glistening, begging to be filled.
"How do you want it?"she breathes, her tone soft and husky.
My mind can only think of one thing.How do I want her?Well, at this moment, naked and strapped down to the nearest available surface so I can eat her out like a man starved.My tongue buried deep in her pussy while she writhed and cried, unable to escape as I made her come over and over until she's a sobbing mess.I want her arousal to coat my face, to drown me in that forbidden scent that continues to drift from her body in waves.
"Well?"Her tone is more strident as she snaps her fingers in front of my face."Earth to Nate.How do you want your coffee?I haven't put the grounds in yet, so I can change it up if you want a different flavor than just regular."
Clearing my throat, I look over at the red container with its black lid off to the side, allowing the aromatic scent to drift from the ground beans.Coffee.Just focus on the fucking coffee.
"Black is fine.Any coffee is fine."
"Good."
She turns back around and tugs at her shorts, bringing them much lower before prepping the machine.Now, when she reaches over for things, it's far less scandalous.Yeah, they ride up a touch, but not enough to show off anything.As it should have fucking been in the first place.
As the scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the room, she looks back over at me and crosses her arms, just staring, looking me up and down as if doing a better job at inspecting me than my damn MTI in basic training.Mimicking her stance, I do the same and study every fucking inch of her.
Odd, boyish angles melted away into the soft, gentle curve of her cheeks.Her startling blue eyes stare into mine, looking like the clearest pools of water.Jet black hair, once a shoulder-length bob, now cascades down her back in soft waves.
Fuck, but those strands would look so perfect wrapped up in my fist, tangled around my fingers as I yank her head back and expose her throat, as I hold her in place while I fuck into her from behind.I foolishly indulge myself as I let my gaze drift down her body.Her breasts are certainly far more round and full, pressing against the fabric of her pajama top until the buttons nearly strain with each breath.They’re perfect handfuls that would overflow my palms, nipples I could tease until she's whimpering.Temptation wrapped in holiday fabric.
The hourglass of her waist draws my eye as I follow it to wide hips.They’re certainly made for gripping, for holding her steady while I pound into her.Unfortunately, now that I'm there, all I can think about is how her pussy pressed against the fabric and I, once more, find myself ravenous.Diverting my errant thoughts, I follow her legs down to her bare feet.The polish gleams up at me in a festive white and red, and for the first time that I can remember, I long to run my lips across the delicate arch.I've never been a foot man before, but apparently that means fuck all when it comes to Lila.
Little Lily indeed.Now, her anger is fully justifiable.There's nothing young or little about the woman standing in front of me in all her adult glory.The sarcastic bent of her lips is the only thing that reminds me of the kid I once wrestled around with and tormented when I was bored.Only, now I want those lips wrapped around the most inappropriate part of me, stretched obscenely wide as she chokes on my cock, tears streaming down her face while I use her throat.
"Whatcha looking for?"I growl out, keeping my tone as low as hers.
It's obvious she doesn't want to wake up the parental units, and honestly, I can't blame her.Both can be a little much on their own, but together, it can be downright stifling.I had the luxury of getting out and leaving the country.She's had no such luck.
"Just seeing if you're the same little twig I remembered."
Grinning, I raise my arms and flex, giving her a good view."Not at all a twig."
"I see that."
Her tone is odd.Almost disappointed I've filled out into the Alpha I am now.Curious.
"I don't know.All the better to tackle you, I guess?"I ask, grinning down at her, desperate to break the tension.
This time, she grins and shakes her head."You still can't catch me.I'm far too quick."
"Oh, really now?"Crouching down, I watch her every move.
Instantly, I'm like a predator latching onto its prey.I see everything, hear everything, and smell fucking everything, including the flare of arousal drifting from her body.
"Yeah.I mean it's Chair Force for a reason.I'm sure you're out of touch with all that desk work you do."
Puzzled, I pause and rise.What does she think I actually do?What could have given her the impression that I sit behind a desk all day?I know that's the stereotype, but for some reason, I thought she knew better.Or is she simply trying to throw me off my game?
The instant I lose focus, she darts to the side, slipping just out of reach.Yep.Far too tired.Not making tactical, logical decisions.Once more, everything narrows as my vision latches onto her.It takes nothing to race around the other side of the island and nearly grab her.
With a soft chuckle, she pulls forward and just barely slips my grasp.Oh, but she's still far too slow and far too untrained to get away.Before she can reach the entrance, my hand snags her waist again as I haul her to my side and lift her into the air.
"How do you like the taste of air jail," I rumble against her ear before dragging her citrusy scent into my lungs.
