Page 18 of That Kiss

“We shouldn’t,” I half-protest when she runs her fingers down my chest. When her other hand undoes my buckle, that’s when I grab her. “Goddammit, Juniper, I’m trying to be a gentleman!”

She looks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded as she slowly drags her teeth across her bottom lip. “I’d really rather you didn’t.”

I stare down at her, knowing I should be a better man—that I should stick to my word and walk away—but I don’t want to. “I’m not that man anymore.” I move her hair away from her face. “I’m trying to be a better man, Juniper.” The words keep coming like it’s a confession, or maybe I’m trying to justify what I know I’m about to do. “You deserve better.”

“Why?” she murmurs, standing closer to me as she pulls up on her tippy toes, her hands clutching my shirt. “Maybe I like it when you’re bad.”

Her flirty demeanor only spurs me on, but I’m not sure she actually has the guts to do it—to tempt me until there’s no going back.

“Oh yeah?” I slide my hand around the back of her neck, running my thumb softly against her throat. “Why don’t you show me then, baby? Show me how bad you want me to be.”

She blinks a few times before dropping her hands from me and stepping back. Now that I’ve called her bluff, I expect her to pout or call me an asshole for teasing her, but she doesn’t. Instead, she reaches down to the buttons on her vest, slowly undoing the first one. It pops open, the material already straining against her full tits. I swallow when she reaches for a lower button. Her gaze drifts up to mine as she pops open the bottom one, her cleavage now on full display from both ends—just one single middle button straining to keep her contained.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” My voice almost cracks—it’s deep and my throat is dry. I watch as she slowly shakes her head, my cock pulsing at the thought of that button flying loose and her tits bouncing free.

Her hands move slowly from her top to the button on her already-tiny denim shorts. My breath hitches in my chest, my pulse racing as she undoes the button on her shorts, then the zipper, before starting to slowly shimmy them over her round hips.

“Wait!” My hand darts out and her movements pause. I have no idea why I said it, or what I’d planned to say afterward. I step closer to her, her hands still frozen on the zipper. I reach my hand out then tip her chin up with my finger. “If you’re just fucking with me, now’s the time to stop and walk out that front door, otherwise—” I swallow, holding myself back and trying to keep my hands from shaking, “I’m about one minute away from completely defiling you.”

We continue staring at each other until she slowly starts moving again. This time, I say nothing, and she doesn’t stop until the shorts are in a pile at her still-cowboy-boot-clad feet.

“Fuck me,” I groan, my hands balling into fists when she kicks the shorts to the side and stands there in a G-string that can barely contain her. “Keep going, baby.” I utter the words without thought as I run my hand down the length of my rock-hard cock that’s begging for release.

She obeys, her fingers finally undoing that final button as her vest flies open and her perfect tits bounce free. Her pert nipples are rosy pink and I have to stop myself from falling to the floor to worship her. She doesn’t attempt to hide herself. She stands there proudly, staring at me as her hands glide smoothly over her curves and up to her breasts, which she gently cups. Her eyes flutter, her head tilting to one side for a second. She steps toward me, reaching up to gently remove my hat, before she turns around.

In all my fantasies—in all of my dreams about Juniper Riley—not one of them even came close to the reality of her. Her thick thighs perfectly bloom into an ass that I want to bury myself in. I stare in awe when she spins around and walks a few feet further down the hall until she reaches the main staircase. I follow her, standing in the entrance of my house, as she slowly ascends a few of the stairs then turns to sit down, facing me. She spreads her thighs apart before slowly crossing them like that famous scene in that movie with Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone, then places my cowboy hat on her head. She leans slightly back onto her elbows and offers me a seductive little grin.

“Now that you finally have me, Mr. Slade, what are you going to do with me?”

“Worship you,” I say as I fall to my knees on the stairs, climbing toward her till my shoulders spread her thighs and I bury my nose in the material of her panties. Saliva pools in my mouth at the scent of her arousal. I want to rip her G-string from her and devour her, but I take my time, running my hands up her thighs as I tease her with my tongue, gently toying with her clit through the soaked silk.

“Ohh, more please.” Her words come out strangled as she grabs the back of my head and attempts to force me closer.

“Patience,” I scold, biting her thigh and making her hiss.

“Ow!” She tugs on my hair in return, the burning of my scalp only making me want to deny her further. I force her thighs apart, pulling her panties to the side as I lean in, dragging the tip of my tongue gently through her folds and around her clit. Her groan is louder this time, her back arching.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” I say between strokes of my tongue, “I’m the one,” I kiss her pussy gently, “in charge tonight.” I massage her with my tongue. “And if you try to take control again . . .” This time I suck her clit, making her convulse. I slowly kiss my way up her belly, taking my time with her tits as I suck and bite her nipples. Finally, I reach her neck, my tongue snaking its way up to her earlobe as I slide a single finger all the way inside her until I hit my palm.

“Ahh,” she sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden intrusion, her walls clenching around my thick finger.

“I will send you straight home, frustrated as fuck with wet panties.” I toy with her, hooking my finger inside her to hit her G-spot as I begin to methodically circle her clit with my thumb. Her panting grows urgent as her thighs fall open for me. “That doesn’t sound very fun, now does it?” She shakes her head as I edge her. “I’m glad we both agree you’re going to behave for me. I’d hate to miss having you fuck my face the way you’re fucking my finger right now.”

I look down at her body, her thighs open, her tits bouncing as she uses the leverage of the stair behind her to fuck herself against my hand. “Listen to that delicious pussy, soaking wet for me.” Her mouth hangs open, her eyes starting to roll back into her head. I still my movements, pulling my finger from her before she can finish.

“No!” she protests, her eyes flying open as I lick her juices from my finger.

“Now that you’re nice and wet, I want you to sit on my face,” I say, grabbing her hand to help her up. I turn her around, watching her shaky legs as she makes her way up the stairs. My hands are already on her ass, her waist, sliding around to cup her tits as I kiss her neck when we walk through my bedroom door.

I can’t get my clothes off fast enough, even with Juniper helping me. Our hands and mouths have a mind of their own, obsessively all over each other’s bodies. I lie back in my bed, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to straddle my body as I bury my tongue in her mouth.

“On my face. Now.” I lean back, tugging her hand, but she falls forward, catching herself on my chest. She hesitates. “What’s the problem?” I ask.

“I, uh,” she laughs, “I’ve never sat on someone’s face before. Won’t it hurt?”

I’m sure my eyes are as big as quarters right now, but I try not to embarrass her. “You mean hurt me?” She nods and it makes me chuckle. “Not a chance. Besides, even if you did, I’d only enjoy it.”

Her cheeks flush and I wonder how much of what Juniper’s shared with me about her sexual experience is a façade.

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