I reached over and clasped her hand with mine, wrapping mine around hers. “I’m sorry it wasn’t easy.”
Shyla looked down at my hand, her mouth forming a small o-shape. When she met my gaze again, her green ones blazed hot.
Kiss her. Do it. Now’s the moment.
I waited. Unsure. Should I cross that line? Once I crossed it, I couldn’t go back.
You know what? Fuck it.
I wanted her.
All of her.
I leaned forward, pressed my free hand against her cheek, and made the move.
My lips against hers, tasting, exploring, and falling. Falling so fucking hard.
Once my lips met hers,all bets were off. I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her with everything inside me, everything I’d felt for her, for us, and I knew then I was hooked forever.
I pushed my tongue between her lips and moved inside her mouth, exploring and tasting, excitement and pleasure buzzing through me. I’d never been so turned on before. It buzzedthrough me and I wanted to scream out her name and growl like a fucking animal.
Breaking the kiss, I panted heavily, dizzy with her, drunken on her scent and taste. “Holy shit.” I mumbled.
“Come inside,” Shyla commanded, and I nodded. I wouldn’t say no to her now. I couldn’t. I needed her. Needed to claim her, the urge too strong to ignore.
We stood up and she led me inside, up to her bedroom, neither one of us speaking, yet a silent conversation happened, her telling me how much she wanted me.
Inside her bedroom, we stopped at the edge of her bed, and she removed her tank top in one shift move, her lacy bra causing a groan to escape my throat. “Fuck,” I muttered. Her breasts were perfect. Round mounds, bouncy and perky beneath her lacy see-through bra, her nipples hard and pressing against the fabric. My hands ached to touch them, but I wanted to take my time. To savor her.
Kissing her, I grabbed her waist with both hands and pressed her against me, holding her there as if we were becoming one. She tasted so good I can’t get enough and kissed her deeper and longer, tasting as much as I could, committing her to memory.
When she broke our kiss, she panted hard, but still managed to smile at me, her eyes twinkling. “I’m so glad you came over for dinner.”
I chuckled, low and growl like. “Me too.”
She moved in for a kiss now, slow, gentle, nipping at my bottom lip, before going all in and kissing me hard, thrusting her tongue inside and twisting with my own. She tasted so damn good.
“Lift your skirt.” I demanded, my voice thick with need.
Shyla lifted the hem but stopped and shook her head. “Take off your shirt. It’s only fair.”
She had a point. Her shirt was already off.
I lifted it up and off in one quick movement and watched as her eyes darkened and fell downwards. She jutted out her tongue, licking her bottom lip only slightly before her eyes flicked back to mine.
When she lifted her skirt, a barely there thong covered her pussy, and when she turned around, bending forward so her ass was on full display.
“Fucking beautiful.” I wanted to dive in and never look back.
Shyla straightened her back and turned back around.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Show me what you like.”
Her hands moved slowly, one sliding into her panties, her head falling back as she spread her arousal up and down.
Holy fuck…
Shyla shimmed out of her skirt and climbed onto the bed, turning to face me as she got to her knees. She slowly slid off her bra, one side at a time, my dick hard and dripping pre-cum at the top.
