Page 50 of A Little Naughty

Pulling her bare chest against mine, I cup her cheeks in both my hands. She looks up at me, blinking with complete openness. I lean forward to kiss her, sliding my mouth across hers before sealing our lips together.

She tastes like fresh water and something a little sharper. Whiskey, I think, or fine bourbon. Her body is soft and slippery, and I could so easily slide my dick into her again. I don’t have a condom handy, so instead I pull back, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Turn around.”

She does as I say, putting her back to my chest, and I reach for the shampoo, pouring some into my palm before massaging it into her long hair. She leans her head to the side, and her eyes close with a hum. I massage her scalp for a little bit, then she turns to rinse.

When she’s finished, she rotates us so I’m standing under the water. “My turn.”

I watch as she puts the floral shampoo on her hands and rubs them together before threading them into my hair. The primary scent is jasmine, rich and sweet as honey.

“I’m going to smell like you.” I reach up to help her, since she’s not as tall as I am.

Our eyes lock, and we’re caught in a moment. Her soft body presses against me, and her arms are raised to my hair. My hands cover hers, and our fingers thread. We’re breathing fast, and I lean down to kiss her again, sliding my tongue with hers, bodies flush and warm.

She lowers her arms, resting her hands on my shoulders. As I finish rinsing my hair, she drags her palms over the planes of my chest, down to my waist, and her lips press hot kisses to my sternum.

My heart beats a fast rhythm in my chest as her mouth moves over my skin. She circles my tight nipple with her tongue, and it registers straight to my dick.

“I need another condom,” I rasp.

“God, I pray I have one in this bathroom.” She rises onto her toes and kisses me before opening the shower door.

Grabbing a towel, she quickly dries herself and wraps it around her body before dropping to her knees at the small sink and digging through the cabinet beneath it.

While she’s doing that, I grab my own towel and quickly scrub it over my hair and my body then wrap it around my waist. Why the fuck didn’t I get more condoms? I can’t believe I only came here with one.

To be fair, I didn’t know we’d end up this way when I left the trailer this morning to work all day at Martha’s house. I didn’t know I’d be spending the night with Jemima’s body, naked and willing to be wrapped all over mine.Fuck.

“A-ha!” she cries, lifting a square packet over her head and shaking it. “I found one!”

I scrub my palm over my face, doing my best not to groan. She foundone. I almost laugh, but instead I reach for her.

“We’d better make it count.” I pull her to her feet, then I lift her into my arms, carrying her to the bedroom.

Placing her on her feet again, I toss my towel to the side, watching as she scrubs her hair with her fingers. “I’m going to look like something in the morning.”

“Something fuckable.” Turning, I sit on the bed, holding out my hand. “Come here.”

She drops the towel and skips over to where I’m waiting. She lifts her leg as if she’ll straddle my erection, but I stop her, lying back on the bed instead. “Get on your knees and get up here.”

Her brow furrows, but she does as I say, climbing onto the bed on her knees beside me. “What do you want to do?”

“Come here.” I reach for her ass, moving her higher and lifting her leg. “Straddle my face.”

“What…” she starts to argue, but I shift closer to her, lifting her leg and pulling her over me and down until her pussy brushes against my mouth.

“Oh my God…” she gasps as my tongue slides over her clit.

My hands grip her ass, and I move her up and down over my mouth and nose as I drag my tongue along every part of her soft core.

Her eyes are fixed on mine, growing darker as her lips part. I continue moving her back and forth, but it’s not long before she’s moving on her own, riding my face like it’s a saddle.

Her eyes blink shut, and she reaches down to grip my cheeks as I trace my fingers along her ass, around the outer edges of her thighs and lower stomach. She starts to moan, and she leans forward, bucking her clit directly on my mouth.

My tongue circles and strokes, and her stomach quivers against my palms. She tastes like the ocean. She’s clean and musky, and I slide one hand around her ass so I can plunge my thumb into her slippery core.

“Fuck,” she gasps, and she’s rocking faster.

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