Page 11 of When We Were Them


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I take my hand off her hip and use it to swipe her flowing blonde hair away from her neck. Then, I lower my mouth to her skin and scatter soft kisses anywhere I can reach. She extends her head back and to the side to give me better access. When my mouth brushes along her collarbone, she shivers and sighs. She turns to face me, and our lips crash together. In a split second, it’s like the dam that’s been holding us back from acting on this mutual attraction breaks wide open.

I can’t get enough of her taste as our tongues tangle together, each of us trying desperately to deepen the kiss. I weave my hands in her long locks and hold her as close to me as I can manage. Her fingers dig into my back.

She breaks our kiss.

“Bedroom? Please,” she whispers.

I search her face for any hint of reluctance, and when I find none, I nod toward the door a few feet away, and she turns and walks toward it. When she gets to the doorway, she stops and glances over her shoulder, meeting my gaze. Damn, she looks sexy.

“Are you coming?”

I move to her and brush a thumb across her lips. Her gaze lifts to meet mine.

“Are you sure about this? You’ve had a terrible day.”

She doesn’t answer but stares at me. I can see the desire in her eyes. I imagine it’s reflected in mine, too. Breaking eye contact for only a fraction of a second, she pulls her top over her head. Fuck, her tits are perfect in a simple pink bra with a hint of lace along the top edge, showing just enough creamy flesh of her breasts to be hot as hell.

I glance back up at her face, and she’s still watching me with an intensity that makes me grow even harder—something I didn’t think was possible. Movement catches my eye, and I allow my vision to trail down her gorgeous body to where she’s unbuttoning her pants. When she shimmies out of her jeans and socks, she’s so ravishing, my breath catches.

“Jesus, Betty. You’re gorgeous.” I rake my eyes up and down her body, unable to prevent myself from doing so. “Fucking stunning.”

I move to take a step toward her, and she puts a hand up to stop me. I halt. God, I hope she’s not changing her mind. Relief floods me when she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. I practically drool when it falls from her body, and I see her full breasts and dark, pink nipples that I’m dying to wrap my mouth around.

She moves her hands down to her panties and hooks a thumb in each side. I think I see a flickering hint of hesitation, and I’m about to ask her about it when she pulls them down and wigglesout of them. I’m not able to form any words. She’s a goddess with her full breasts, her gorgeous, rounded ass, and curvy hips. Yet to look at her face, something tells me she doesn’t know it.

I prowl toward her, backing her up, and I grab my shirt by the back of the neck and pull it over my head. When she’s almost to the wall, I reach behind her and wrap my hands under the globes of her ass.

“Up.” My voice is rough with desire for her.

She listens without hesitation, and I lift her, then she wraps her legs around me.

My mouth finds hers again, and we get lost in a kiss. I can’t resist the thought of touching her hard nipples, so I continue to hold her up with one hand, but I allow the other to drift to her breast. I cup her full flesh and savor the feel of its weight in my hand.

“Fucking perfect.” The awe I’m feeling is evident in my voice. “You’re perfect.”

Her pussy is right over my cock, and I’m dying to have nothing between us. However, she’s grinding against me, and it’s obvious by her moans and her movements that she could get off this way. I want nothing more at this moment than to give that to her.

I cup her breast in my hand, but find her nipple with my thumb and index finger and roll it between them with just the right amount of pressure. She tosses her head back against the wall and closes her eyes. She pulls a corner of her lower lip between her teeth and bites down, and damn, it’s sexy as fuck.

“Eyes open, Bets. I want you watching me while you come on my dick.”

Her eyes fly open, and her movements slow.

“I can’t come… Like this, I mean. It’s okay if we just go ahead and have se?—”

“Like hell it is. You can come like this, and you will. You’ll see. Now go on back to using my cock to make yourself feel good.”

“But what about you?” she pants. She’s moving again, though, and she’s maintaining eye contact like I told her to.

“Jesus, you have no idea how hot it is watching you right now, do you? You’re fucking gorgeous and look so good writhing on my cock. What I want more than anything right now is to see you fall apart from pleasure.”

“I don’t think I can,” she whispers.

“You can, just don’t think about it too much. Watch me and focus on my eyes, how amazing your pussy feels right now, and how my fingers are doing to your nipple what I desperately want my mouth to be doing.”

Her moan in response is loud, and I can see the excitement in her eyes. The grinding against me gets faster.

“Oh, I see. You like it when I talk to you about what I want to do to you, yeah? Does that turn you on, Bets?”