Page 53 of Ravished By Her

I let out a little noise and she must have translated it as one of her hands came to the back of my neck as she tilted my head so she could kiss me more deeply.

Yes.

I gripped her shoulder with one hand and the other held her jaw, trying to pull her even closer.

“Fuck,” Lacey said, abruptly pulling away, but pressing her forehead to mine. We were both breathing heavily as if we’d run up the stairs.

“Come back,” I said, not even caring that I was begging. Whatever would get her lips back on mine again.

Lacey chuckled. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes, fuck. The first day I saw you, I couldn’t believe you were real.” While this was all nice to hear, it would still be nice to hear later, when her mouth wasn’t busy.

“Kiss me again,” I said and then took matters into my own hands as I crashed my mouth on hers and unleashed all of my pent-up desire on her. It was probably too much, but she could always stop me if it was.

She didn’t. Lacey growled in her throat as she gripped the back of my neck and pulled me until I was in her lap.

Guess I wasn’t the only one who had been fantasizing about this. I’d have time to analyze that later. Right now, there was only this.

I wanted her so fucking bad that I shook with it.

“You look so fucking hot, Gwen,” she said, adjusting me on her lap. The slit in my skirt was really coming in handy.

“So do you,” I said, running my hands over her shoulders, finally. I’d been dreaming about touching these shoulders.

“Did you dress up to impress me?” she asked as she stroked my back with one hand and kept the other on the back of my neck.

“I’d be lying if I said no. Of course I wanted to impress you, Lacey.”

She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes for a second.

“I didn’t invite you over for this, but I’m not mad about what’s happening right now.” She opened her eyes and all I saw in them was desire.

“Me neither,” I said, reaching to pull the elastic out of her hair so it fell over her shoulders. Lacey’s hair was so soft as I ran my fingers through it.

“Can I take your hair down?” she asked, reaching for the clip.

“Yes,” I said, and she gently removed the clip and then raked her hands through my hair.

“You’re just so goddamn beautiful, Gwen,” she said, her voice almost full of awe.

“So are you,” I said, kissing her forehead and then her cheeks before going back to her lips. She kissed me back with a hand on the back of my head that made heat race through my veins. There was something about the way Lacey took charge that made her even hotter. The way she opened doors for me and refused to let me pay and waited for me to leave first, and now, the way she held the back of my neck and kissed me as if she was in charge and wanted me to know.

Curious to see what she’d do, I tried to take over the control of the kiss, but she didn’t let me and that just made things even more intense.

My hips started thrusting against her, trying to get some friction where I needed it. Lacey grabbed my hip and encouraged me, shifting so she could push up against me, but at this point, our clothes were in the way.

Lacey pushed my hair out of my face and looked up at me.

“Should we move this to the bedroom?” she asked, her touch gentle.

“Yes, please,” I said, and then squealed as she grabbed me and stood up so she was carrying me. I wrapped my legs around her and looked down at her as she carried me across the living room and to the primary bedroom on the first floor.

Lacey set me down on the bed, but came with me, and drove me into the mattress and kissed me until the room spun. That was more like it.

Lacey surrounded me and consumed me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Her kiss was fierce as she devoured me, and I gave her everything I had. She could take it. She could have whatever she wanted.

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