Page 56 of Lovestrung

Finally, I heard the footfalls of her feet come closer, and I raised my head in her direction. Her lips tipped up at the corners when she saw me lounging on the couch, head propped up on my palm, and I smiled back at her. Her sandals dangled from her right hand, the straps curled in between her long fingers, and I gave her a questioning look.

“I had to take my shoes off,” she chuckled. “They were killing my feet.”

“I don’t mind.”

She stopped in front of me and tilted her head at me. She stared for a long time, and I wondered what she saw as she scanned my face.

Her friend?

Her soon-to-be-lover?

The air turned heavy with tension the longer we stayed as we were, facing each other and waiting for the other to make a move.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice husky.

“I’ve had a wonderful time tonight.”

Fuck, don’t let it be over already.

“Is this your subtle way of telling me that I should take you home?”

I couldn’t hold her gaze any longer, afraid that if the answer was yes, the disappointment on my face would be as easy to read as if I were a book.

“No.”

I breathed a small sigh of relief. “Then why are you staring at me like that?” I chanced another glance at her as I spread my thighs, letting her see how much she was affecting me already.

A small, wicked grin moved across her lips. “I like to watch you. You’re so handsome, after all. But…” she leaned down, mimicking my pose from when she arrived earlier, placing her hands next to my head as she came closer.

“But?” I whispered.

She licked her lips. “But…I especially love the way your jeans suddenly appear to have shrunk a size or two.”

I huffed out a surprised laugh. I didn’t see that coming at all.

“And…” She leaned closer until our mouths were almost touching. “I can’t wait to see if what you promised me the other night is going to happen.”

My breathing turned ragged the longer her lips hovered above mine, and my dick hardened when her eyes swept down, staring at the bulge for a long time.

“Fuck, Pen…,” I whispered. “You’re like a siren in the old tales. Luring me in with your voice and your eyes.”

“That sounded very poetic. Are you a closet poet, Ethan?”

“Fuck, no,” I smirked.

“Hmm, too bad.” She nipped at my lips with her teeth but drew back when I tried to deepen the kiss. “I’m thirsty. I think I need more wine.”

I blinked at her, dumbfounded when she pushed away from me and went to the kitchen. In silence, I watched her as she found the bottle and poured a generous amount into her glass.

“What are you going to do now, Ethan?” she murmured and smiled wickedly at me. “If I ask nicely, are you going to ravish me?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to. Just tell me what you want.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” She didn’t even take a sip before she came back around and leaned her elbows back on the table. I swallowed hard when she arched her back a little, making her tits rise higher. “Then what are you waiting for?” she purred. “Ravish me.”

Fuck. Me.

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