Page 32 of That Secret Something

I pulled her closer, letting my hands explore over her body. The muscles in her arms tightened under my touch, and she let out a guttural moan when my tongue flicked up into the roof of her mouth. She pulled back, breaking our kiss, her eyes large and feral.

“So, Jess…” Her fingers tugged my hair, tilting my head backwards. “Is that enough talking for you?”

Thirteen

Fuck talking. To answer Rebecca’s question, I kissed her, letting my mouth tell her exactly how much I wanted her. All our gentleness from before had gone, replaced with a ferocious desire to consume the other. She gripped either side of my face, pulling us closer, kissing me deeper, and I pushed myself harder against her thigh.

I grasped the top of her burgundy shirt, quickly undoing the buttons and shimmying it over her strong shoulders. My stomach twisted every time our tongues brushed, sending electric waves through my body. I’d never been this turned on in my life from just kissing someone. But these didn’t feel like normal kisses.

“Here?” Rebecca asked in an exhale. Her mouth found my neck, her hand holding me against her thigh. She kissed me hard, sucking a trail up to my ear.

Oh my lord. “Bedroom,” I panted.

Without any further instruction, Rebecca stood, picking me up and wrapping my legs around her waist. She squeezed me tight as she moved me backwards, planting softer kisses against my mouth.

She propped me up against a door with a thud, her hard stomach pressed to my clit. I pulsed against her. “In here?”

I pulled away from her for just a second to see and let out a breathless laugh. “This is the cleaning cupboard.”

“Oh.” Her mouth erupted in a heart-stopping smile that just made me want to kiss and kiss and kiss her.

So I did. I let myself get lost in her sweet taste, breathing in her musky scent of mint and cherries. Our tongues melted together, and she groaned into my mouth. She lifted me again, heading straight to my bedroom, and pushed the door open. We fell back on my bed, springing up on the mattress as we both shuffled back to the headboard.

I clutched at her, tugging her white T-shirt over her head.

She stilled on top of me, leaning back to pull off her black sports bra. My eyes raked her glorious form. No clothes she wore gave her toned body justice. Her strong shoulders and arms flexed as she discarded her bra somewhere behind her, her small but perfect breasts bouncing slightly. My eyes caught on her defined stomach and abs, dotted with little brown freckles, before my attention bounced back up to her nipples, bigger and pinker than I’d imagined in my daydreams.

I couldn’t quite believe I was looking at Rebecca Lawson, semi-naked.

“Hey, you, my eyes are up here.”

I laughed, pulling my gaze up to her face, admiring her strong jaw and full mouth. “Do you have any idea how insanely attractive you are?”

She smirked. Oh yes, she most certainly did. She leaned down and sucked my lip into her mouth, drawing a rumble from deep in my chest.

“Do you have any idea how insanely attractive you are, Jess?” she murmured against my mouth. “Because I have a suspicion that you don’t.” She adjusted herself over me, her attention flicking to different parts of my body. I swallowed, feeling undressed by her stare. Her fingers traced my shoulder, where skin met cotton. “Now, how the hell do I get this thing off? It’s a lovely little playsuit, don’t get me wrong, but I’m certain there’s something even nicer underneath it.”

“It’s a little awkward,” I admitted. I hadn’t exactly planned on having to remove it so quickly. “It has to come down over my legs.”

Rebecca removed each shoulder of the playsuit carefully, slipping it over my breasts and waist. She tugged it down over my hips and bum, and then I kicked it off the bed. Luckily, I’d worn my nice bra-and-pant set for trying on the bridesmaids’ dresses. I thanked all the gay gods for this prior decision, as it was one of the pairs I actually felt quite sexy in.

Rebecca ran her hands up my bare thighs, her eyes following the movement. She stopped suddenly, breath hitching in her chest. “Fuck, Jess. I can see how wet you are.”

Oh god. I went to move my hand to cover myself, but Rebecca grabbed it.

“Don’t you dare.” She towered over me, grabbed my other hand, and planted both of them above my head. Her curious eyes were alight with fire. “Don’t you remember what I said?”

My breathing quickened, noting the change in her tone of voice. “Which part?”

Her hands moved firmly, caressingly, down my arms, around my waist and over my thighs. My heart raced, invigorated just by her touch. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, addicted to the new way she was looking at me. She dug her fingers into my legs and spread them.

My stomach flipped, making everything ache.

I gasped as her hot mouth closed over me through my underwear. She pressed harder, her tongue sliding out and brushing against my clit.

Instinctively, I grabbed her head, desperate to feel more pressure there. Rebecca’s tongue flicked up and down over the lace. Teasing, playful torment. She planted several kisses down the length of my pants before sucking on my clit again.

“Fuck. I can already taste you,” she purred, the sound a low growl in her throat. She hooked two fingers into the waistband of my pants and slipped them down, exposing me fully, then slid her tongue down the length of me, her fingers gripping my waist.

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