I spin on my heel so she can unlock the door and within seconds, we’re through. Only then do I put her feet on the floor. Twisting the lock, her eyes burn into mine. She’s barefoot, wearing an oversized tee, with an old, faded picture of some band on the front.
“What happened with the skirt?” I raise a brow, running my finger back and forth over my bottom lip.
“I decided on this.” She plucks at the soft cotton.
“I see.” I scoff, placing my hand around the base of her throat. She tilts her face up to mine. “I will fuck you in that skirt,” I growl.
Lowering my lips to hers, I kiss her with a hunger, my tongue sliding against hers. A ghost of a whimper escapes; my large hand curls around her hip as my fingers dig into her skin through the tee.
I start walking, guiding her to my bedroom not coming up for air. I fumble, kicking my trainers off. Her needy fingers grip the hem of my tee and dragging it up lazily, the back of her fingers teasing against my toned body as she continues lifting it. Breaking away for just a second, I help her take it off my head and toss it to the floor. My fingers glide up the back of her neck, entwining in one of her curls at her nape as I tug slightly, a playful grin on my face.
“Still stuck with your writing?” I whisper, my other hand slipping under the hem of her tee.
“Very much so,” she whispers.
A guttural groan vibrates in my throat. “Are you sure about this?” I want to make sure. I don’t want her uncomfortable.
She nods. Her fingers trail up and down my stomach.
“Words, Lucky, words,” I rasp. My cock throbs at the thought.
“Yes, I am sure,” she whispers, her curious eyes locked on mine.
“Okay.” I smirk, dragging her head back further and take that as my chance to kiss her, my tongue invading her mouth. Her hands clasp my face, as my fingers lazily trail against her bare thigh.
Nudging her back, she stumbles and falls down onto the bed, breaking our kiss. I smile down at her, knocking her legs wide with my knee. The soft, oversized tee rides up her body, teasing me with her tanned skin as it rests just above her hip.
Leaning across her, I hook my index finger into the neck of her top, pulling her towards me so she is sitting up. My hand travels between her legs, my tips brushing delicately across the front of her lace panties. She quivers beneath me. It feels like it’s been forever.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” I brush my lips over hers.
She giggles. “It’s been two days,” she answers.
“I mean like this, here, at my mercy,” I groan, pressing against her clit as her legs widen for me.
“Oh,” she says in a breathy voice, her eyes dancing with mine.
“So, Lucky,” I mutter, “tell me about this scene… what’s happening so far?” Excitement bolts through me.
“Well,” she says and her innocence shines out of her.
I tilt my head slightly, looking down at her, fingers still teasing her clit, her breaths shaky. Her fingers claw at my bare chest.
“Talk it through,” I whisper, slipping her panties to the side as I glide my fingers up and down her centre. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
Her cheeks burn pink. “He has just… you know.” She blinks away from me.
“Ate her pussy,” I finish for her and her breath catches at the back of her throat.
“Erm, yes.” Her hips roll, silently asking for more but I don’t give it.
“And then what?” I know what, she told me earlier, but I want to hear the words come from her. Want her to tell me whatshewants.
“She wants to…erm...”
She pauses as I slip a finger into her hot opening, sliding deep and burying to my knuckle. Her fingers try to grab over my silky skin and after failing, miserably, she glides them to my shoulders, holding onto me.
“Words, baby.” I pump in and out of her, my thumb teasing her clit.
