Page 71 of That Secret Something

The kisses grew more frantic, my breathing rasping as her hands roamed my waist.

“How long have we been doing this now?” she murmured into my ear. “And we still haven’t fucked in the kitchen? It’s blasphemy really.”

I gasped as she sucked my neck, making my eyes roll backwards. Her tongue against my pulse point was enough to drive me crazy. I dug my nails into her back, grasping her shirt. “Well stop being all mouth and no trousers and do it then.” I pushed her back so I could jump up onto the countertop.

My adrenaline peaked, fuelled by this sudden spark of confidence. It might also have something to do with those beautiful eyes watching me with something akin to awe.

She looked me up and down, like I was wearing something mesmerising, instead of the simple jeans and T-shirt I actually had on.

“All mouth and no trousers?” she said, in that low raspy register of hers that made my toes curl. “That’s not a bad place to start.”

Before I could decipher her meaning, she kissed me hard, placing herself between my legs. Her hands worked to undo my buttons, and she quickly tugged off my jeans and pants, leaving my bare arse on the counter.

I’ll have to give this an extra clean tomorrow.

Rebecca’s mouth twitched in amusement, like she could read the thoughts in my mind. Then she gripped my thighs and parted them slowly, letting me feel just how wet I was already. Her eyes dipped before bouncing back to meet mine. Desire stirred low in my belly, wanting, needing to feel her.

She kissed me again, hard and wet, our mouths hungry for the other’s. She scooted me forward on the counter, hands gripping me tight, then dropped down to close her mouth over my clit.

“Shit.” I fisted my hand in her hair, and she groaned into me.

“I fucking love the way you taste, Jess.”

The sound of Rebecca shot hot pleasure right where I needed it. She licked the full length of me before pushing harder, working hot, perfect circles.

All mouth and no trousers? What a fantastic take on the idiom.

She grabbed my arse, tugging me closer to her tongue. A low moan escaped my throat, and my hips jerked as she plunged deeper. I gasped as her fingers teased at my entrance. I leaned back, our eyes met, and a surge of heat flushed my clit. The sight of her between my legs would never get old.

She licked up the wetness on my thighs. Then she slipped her fingers inside, her other hand supporting my back as she fucked me. I gave in to the feeling, relishing how good she made me feel.

Suddenly, she stopped and gripped me, wrapping my legs around her middle so she could carry me to the sofa.

I mumbled something incoherent, and a laugh rumbled in her chest.

“As much as I loved that, it’s not the most practical of spaces.”

“Well…neither is…here,” I managed, nodding to Sausage, snoring away on the other sofa.

Rebecca grimaced. “Fair point. He’s still a bit young to see this, isn’t he?”

I laughed. She was so cute.

Rebecca scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom, dumping me unceremoniously onto the bed.

“Charming,” I commented, my eyes drawn to her hands as she began to unbutton her shirt.

Finally. I loved watching her undress.

She shimmied the shirt off her shoulders, then swung it above her head before flinging it at me.

I caught it, getting a whiff of her cherry perfume. “Lucky me. I had no idea a private show was included tonight. At such a cheap price, too.”

“Shut up, you.”

I also loved how easy this was. How fun. How strongly I felt about her. How much our bodies spoke to one another. An overwhelming warmth swelled in my chest, heightening every sense.

Oh god. I fucking loved her.

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