She set the papers she was sorting aside, and crawled from where she was sitting, not stopping until she was between my thighs. “Ever think that maybe the not-polite reason was why I wanted you to stay, too?”
“I—”
“Come on, Brody, I brought you back here and put you in my bed. Sure, your back was the reason, but once you were feeling better, I didn’t kick you out.”
I guess I was the stupid one for thinking that we weren’t on the same page. Here I thought I was being noble by walking away, instead I was just cock blocking myself.
My dick started to perk up behind my zipper. “I’m here now.” I let the words hang between us in the dim light. She was laying out her intentions clearly, but I wanted her to make the first move. Wanted this to be her decision. She was the beautiful, accomplished, likable one. I was the cranky lumberjack with a chip on his shoulder, and a fucked up back.
I watched as she pushed herself taller while still on her knees. The move brought her face closer to mine. Close enough that I could smell the wine she’d been sipping, see the rosy pink of her lips, and the little line of freckles across one cheek.
She brought her hand up and cupped my jaw. I leaned into her hand like a touch-starved cat. Her palm was smooth and warm, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the feel. Because my eyes were closed when her lips touched mine, I didn’t know it was coming. I froze for only a second before I caught up to what was happening and parted my lips against hers. I kissed her lower lip then her upper one, not able to get enough of her taste. She sucked in a breath through her nose and brought her arms around my neck.
I wished my back wasn’t fucked so I could pick her up, feel her legs around my waist and toss her on the bed. Before I could decide if it was worth busting another disc for, she stood to her full height and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She kept perfect eye contact as she hooked her thumbs into the band of her leggings and lowered them down her thighs.
There was no blush in her cheeks, no hesitation in her movements. I hoped that meant she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She leaned over me; her breasts spilling forwardin her bra, and kissed me again before bringing her hands to the buckle of my belt and undoing the clasp. “Hips up,” she instructed. I was too stunned not to comply. I hadn’t expected her to take charge the way she did. She had seemed like such a cautious, deep-thinking type of person. Her taking the initiative to strip us both seemed out of character.
Unless she had been thinking about this for as long as I had.
After a few tugs, she had my jeans down over my hips and my boxers soon followed. My dick sprang free from the fabric, standing straight up from my body. Reaching for her.
She leaned over and swiped her tongue over just the tip, catching a bead of precum before it had a chance to slide down my length. I grunted as a bolt of pure heat shot through my core. “I know your back isn’t great right now. Think you can handle me riding you, or should I get back on my knees?” Her mouth hovered an inch from my cock, her breath teasing the sensitive skin.
Jesus fuck, that was the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to me.
I patted my thighs, not trusting myself to speak. Rachel tugged off her panties and tossed them to the side before planting a knee on either side of my hips and lowering herself to my lap. “Is this okay?”
“Better than okay.” I pulled her forward, bringing my hands around her back to undo the clasp of her bra. I took her in, the miles of soft skin, the way her nipples pointed just slightly upwards, waiting for my mouth. Her skin was warm, and smelled floral like it had the other night. I couldn’t wait to devour her whole.
I pulled her mouth back to mine and we made out like teenagers, nipping, biting, tongues tangling. My lips went numb, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t get enough of her, evenas my dick throbbed painfully.
“Protection?” she said, her voice breathy.
“My wallet.”
I thought I’d been kidding myself when I’d put that condom in there.
She pushed off my lap, and I mourned the loss of her heat. My breath was coming fast in my chest, and I was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Rachel stepped over to where my jeans were on the ground and bent at the waist to dig for my wallet. I almost came at the sight of her bent-over form. Her long legs were on display, her heart-shaped ass in the air.
Mercifully, she found it quickly and handed me the package before climbing back onto my lap. I fumbled to get the rubber in place. Not only had it been a hell of a long time since I’d gotten laid, but my hands were shaky and uncoordinated from the sight of her.
This woman really had me in knots.
Once I was suited up, she rose on her knees, grabbed my cock by the base and slowly lowered herself onto it. My vision went white as her tight heat enveloped the head of my cock. Even with the layer of latex between us, every nerve ending in my body was lighting up at once.
“Jesus, that’s so good,” I said, my voice coming out like a whine.
She hummed her agreement, letting her head fall back. I brought my hands up to her breasts, squeezing them for the first time before using my thumbs to circle her peaked nipples. A shiver ran through her, and I replaced my thumbs with my mouth, gently pulling at her with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue.
“Don’t stop,” she said, moving her head so she was watching me tease her chest. Her hair had escaped her ponytail, as itoften did, and was hanging down, obscuring my view of her face.
Then she started to move
Up and down, slowly at first but getting faster.
Her eyes went wide as she bottomed out.
I brought a hand between her thighs, finding her clit and working it while my mouth stayed on her breasts.
