Slowly this time.
Softly.
Savoring every moment.
I can feel her relax against me, her body soft and pliant.
My hand slides down her back, tracing the curve of her spine.
She shivers and moves closer.
I smile against her mouth and slide my hand up her side and around to cup her breast through the dress.
She gasps and arches into my hand, her nipple hardening against my palm.
Deftly, I slide my hand under her bra to cup it bare, my thumb circling her nipple.
She makes a soft noise and presses her breast more firmly into my palm. I kiss her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth as I continue to tease her nipple.
"I want to fuck you," I whisper against her mouth. "Right here, right now."
"Oh God, yes," she moans. "I want that too."
I roll her nipple between my fingers before pinching it, just a little hard. She cries out and arches her back, her hands gripping my shoulders. I pinch her again, harder this time, and she whimpers, her body trembling.
"I want to taste you," I whisper in her ear. "I want to feel your pussy clench around my tongue as you come."
She whimpers and moves her hips back and forth.
I smile and trail my kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. She shivers and moves closer, her hands tangling in my hair.
"I want to taste you too," she says, her voice husky with desire. "I want your cock in my mouth, my throat."
My cock hardens at her words.
God, this woman.
She’s going to kill me.
I kiss her again, a deep, possessive kiss that leaves us both breathless.
Finally, I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers.
"You have to go," I say, my voice rough.
She nods, her breath still coming in short bursts.
"For real this time," she says, still breathless.
“I don’t want you to go,” I say.
“I don’t want to go either,” she murmurs.
“I want to take you home and fuck you all night,” I say, my voice husky.
“I want that too,” she whispers. “But I can’t.”
“I know,” I say, and I kiss her again, a soft, gentle kiss this time. “Your dad.”
