I use my lips, not to speak, but to lay claim as I dive back in and take what I’m afraid to ask for, knowing I won’t give her enough second thoughts to turn me down. I take the choice away for both of us and just let my lips mold to hers as my hands find purchase on her body and refuse to let go.
Chapter 13 - Diana
My dream is guiding me too much to tell him to stop. Not that I want him to. Not at all. But I should. Ishouldbe worried about what this could do. About his daughter, his wife, and his club friends. I ought to worry about everything and everyone, but all I think about is how good this feels and that I don’t want to stop. For once, I want to take what I have and run away with it so no one can take it away from me.
His lips are soft against mine, and his mustache and beard tickle me, but none of it is unpleasant. Before Karter, I never kissed a man with any facial hair. Now I can’t imagine not doing it.
I give in to an urge I’ve had for a while and bring one hand around from his back to scrape along his chin, then run my fingers through the ends of his beard. He groans a bit at the feeling till I tug, and then I get a full-on moan from him. I giggle into his lips and he chuckles into mine, but neither of us stops kissing.
His hands move from my back to grab my ass, one hand for each cheek, and he pulls me tight to him. I feel him in every way a woman can feel a man she’s about to become intimate with. And we are. I’m not going to think anymore. I need to have faith that he’ll let me know if something’s wrong or he doesn’t like something. He trusts me with my own mind; I owe it to him to do the same thing.
I move my hand from his beard, running it along his jaw and then into his hair. Reaching up, I use both hands to grip and pull it as I mold my mouth to his, fusing our breaths together as I lean up just a bit, tipping his head back.
He growls and grunts with each twist and pull of his hair, and I respond in kind to the feel of his hands kneading my ass. It feels so good that I almost want to beg him to just do that for hours on end. I’ve never had a butt massage before, and I desperately want this one to go on forever.
His hands start to rise up, pushing my shirt with them. There’s no hesitation in his movements, and I don’t show any either as he pulls my shirt over my head, breaking our kiss for only a moment before sealing his mouth to mine again. His hands travel back to my hips and stay there, flexing over me as if just touching my skin is enough for him.
But it isn’t for me.
I reach around and unhook my bra, pulling my arms from the straps before tossing it aside. Then, going further with my boldness, I grab each of his hands and pull his fingers up till they’re on my breasts instead. I hold his hands there, but it’s all him who moves his fingers, using the same massaging technique he used on my butt.
I moan into his mouth. We can’t seem to stop kissing as we explore each other. Well, as he explores me. I still have much more to check on him before the night is over.
I glide my fingers down his arms, then not so subtly put them under his shirt and pull it up. I barely get more than an inch up before he releases my mouth and uses one hand to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it onto my bra before wrapping me up in his arms. The feel of skin on skin has us both groaning.
“Oh shit, Babygirl, you feel so good. How am I going to last once I get inside you?”
“Think they have a pill for that,” I say between kisses.
He huffs. “Don’t need a fucking pill. If I bust early, it won’t take much to get worked up enough to go again with you.”
I pull back and raise an eyebrow. “Two in one night? Think you can keep up, old man?”
“Oh, Babygirl, you just started a fight with a Hound. Don’t go thinking you’ll get away with a challenge like that.”
He grabs the back of my neck with one hand and my ass with the other as he stands. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, but it wouldn’t matter if I did or not. His grip on me is so tight that I know I would never fall.
“Where are we going?”
“Where do you think?” He heads for the stairs and goes up them.
“I can walk.”
He tsks at me. “Still challenging me, Babygirl? Don’t think I can take care of my girl?”
“No,” I say honestly to his first question. We both know the answer to the second one. He shows it in how easily he takes care of me every time we’re together.
“Good. Now be my girl and distract me. Having your sweet pussy so close to me is driving me crazy.”
I grin and bend my head down till my lips are at his ear. Then I begin to torture him, licking, kissing, nibbling on it. Moving to his neck next, then up his jaw. Doing everything and anything I want.
“You’re going to pay for this, Babygirl.” He smacks my ass, I’m sure to deter me, but all it does is make me grind into hishard dick even more.
“Oh shit.” He stumbles, and I don’t even hesitate to suck on his neck more. No fear at all that he’ll keep us up. But when my back hits a wall, hard, I lose suction and gasp.
“I can’t wait, Babygirl. I’m sorry. Next time we’ll do this differently.”
He lowers my legs, and then he’s nibbling on my lips as he unbuttons and unzips my pants before pushing them down, moving his mouth as he goes.
