Page 54 of Reeling in Love

“So you didn’t kiss her during your dinner date?” I ask, trying to stop a smile that seems intent on crossing my face.

“Nopes. In the past fortnight, you’re the only one I’ve kissed, my girlfriend,” he whispers the last two words slowly, softly, his hands squeezing mine. I don’t even know how or when my hands came in between his.

He leans a little forward, our noses touching, our breaths mixing, chests heaving.

“How did you like the kiss downstairs? Was it good enough for others to believe?”

“Perhaps,” I reply. “But I think we need to practice a bit more so we can be more, y’know, believable in the future. It shouldn’t look like it’s our first or second time kissing each other.”

“You’re right. Just for practice. Nothing more.”

“Yeah. This is still fake. I’m only helping you out.” My voice can barely come out of my throat. I slide toward him, bridging the gap further, my lips brushing against his.

“You wanted to talk about something earlier? What was it?”

What was it? Shit! This is what I wanted to talk about. That I was feeling hot for him. But it’s pretty evident now.

“Nothing. Just about us,” I reply, whispering into his ear, and biting his lobe. His body jerks a little and he grasps me tighter.

“What about us?”

His hand slowly moves up my back, to my hair while with the other he holds the small of my back. He plants a gentle kiss on my nose ring. He pulls me even closer.

“That I enjoy doing this to you,” I say, rubbing my hands on his back, and touching his skin. His body twitches, and he lets out a quick gasp. I love that my touch has that effect on him. Jesus, bad ideas feel so good.

He plants a kiss on my left cheek, then on my right, then a peck on my lips. I close my eyes, rubbing his back with my left hand and threading the fingers of my right through his hair. I pull his head closer, pushing my lips against his. I don’t want him to take them away. My lips want him all to themselves.

He kisses me slowly, unlike our kiss downstairs. It’s as if he has all the time in the world. I feel the gentle touch of his tongue parting my lips, then slowly making its way inside my mouth, feeling every inch. But I can’t take it so slowly anymore. My tongue lashes out, reaching into his mouth, and just like that, the intensity goes out of bounds.

He pulls me onto his lap, kissing me hard, ravishing my mouth with his. As I straddle him, I can feel his hardness. Before I know it, I’m grinding against him, my hands rubbing against his back as if trying to feel every cell while there’s still a chance. My bun comes falling down and my hair falls against his face.

I feel his fingers trying to find the zip on my back. He pulls it a little, then stops.

“Do it,” I whisper into his mouth.

He stands up, his mouth still on mine, holding me with my legs wrapped around his waist, as if I was a feather. He pulls the zip down with one hand as he sets me down beside his bed.

“Are you sure?” he asks, holding my strapless gown in place with his hands.

I nod, and as the gown falls to the floor, he stares at me and I notice a movement in the bulge of his pants.

“Jesus, Nora. You’re the prettiest, hottest, sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

He lifts me and places me gently on the bed, before climbing in himself. I get up and hold him, but he shakes his head. “Not yet,” he says.

Then he kisses me on the forehead, down to my lips, then my neck, then he goes down to my cleavage and plants a kiss, before moving his mouth to my left breast. He takes it in his mouth and even with the bra, I can feel my nipples hardening. Sliding his arm under me, he unfastens my bra and with a swift movement takes it off. Squeezing and massaging my left boob a little with his hand, he moves his mouth to the other. A moan escapes my lips and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from making a noise.

He moves down, licking my body as he goes right down to my navel. He kisses the naval ring and my back lurches and I grasp his shoulders. He goes down further and licks the undersides of my thighs. My moans are a constant now. His fingers move along the lining of my underwear before plunging inside. Jesus! The sheer uncontrollable desire I feel right now might make me burst out of my skin.

“O baby, you’re so ready. Just hold on. I want to give you so much pleasure.”

He pulls down my underwear and licks my toes, then slowly moves up, kissing me all over my legs, my thighs, till he reaches there again. He takes in a deep breath.

“You don’t need to do it,” I whisper because a whisper is all I’m capable of right now.

“I know. But I want to.”

He parts the lips down there with his tongue and thrusts it inside me. I moan so loudly that I think the entire house must’ve heard it, but I don’t care.

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