Page 26 of Business or Pleasure

I ran my hands across her shoulders and down her arms, over her palms and fingers, before moving to her waist. I slid my hands up her sides, my thumbs brushing against the sides of her breasts. Cupping her breasts, I explored the weight of them, the shape. I teased her nipples, plucking at them, rolling them between my fingers, all the while watching her face, seeing the way her lips parted, seeing what made her catch her lip between her teeth, what made her eyes close.

Finally, I made myself move on, running my hands down her thighs and then over her ass. When I finally slipped a finger between her folds, she whimpered, hands coming up to grab my forearms. I stroked her clit gently a few times, stopping only when her body began to sway.

“Baylen,” she practically whined.

“Bedroom.” My voice was rough. “I want you to come on my tongue.”

Her eyes flew up to my face, pupils wide. “Fuck yes.”

We rinsed and dried off quickly, just enough that we wouldn’t soak my bed, and then we were tumbling onto the rumpled bedspread, mouths fused together, hands all over. When her fingers brushed my cock, I pulled back.

“No distractions.” I made my tone stern and the sparkle in her eyes as she held up her hands in that I surrender gesture just turned me on even more. I loved that she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it or ask for it, but I also loved that she could switch and let me drive a bit. “Up on the pillows and spread your legs.”

Her cheeks flushed as she quickly moved to do as I said. I settled on my knees near the foot of the bed, waiting until she got comfortable and then parted her legs, showing me what I only felt before. Soft and pink and…

“Beautiful,” I breathed.

“No distractions, remember?” she chided, her tone a mixture of teasing and arousal.

“Aye.” I stretched out on my stomach and pulled her legs over my shoulders. I brushed the tip of my nose against her velvety skin, and breathed in the scent of her.

“Baylen…”

“Not distracted,” I said. “Appreciating.”

Before she could protest or argue, I licked her, a pass of my tongue from her core up to her clit. She gasped and her hips jerked, making me smile for a moment before I pressed my mouth against her. With lips and tongue, I explored her, the taste of her heady and addictive.

As I circled her clit with my tongue, she writhed, and I had to grab her hips to keep her still. My hands slid under her ass, squeezing the firm muscles and lifting her slightly, giving me a new angle as I dipped my tongue inside her, then moved back up to that most sensitive bit of flesh. I sucked it into my mouth, increasing suction until she wailed.

“Baylen!”

Fuck.

The sound went straight to my cock.

“Come for me,” I said. “I can feel you close.”

“I am.” She grabbed my hair, trying to twist in my grasp. “So close.”

“Then come.” I took her clit between my lips again and lightly bit down.

Her surprised gasp immediately became a cry of pleasure, and I watched her orgasm break over her, wave after wave as I used my tongue to push her from one climax into another. Only after her body went limp did I pull back, pleased with my work.

She was gorgeous like this, sprawled out and panting, her skin flushed, eyes wild. I wrapped my hand around my cock, biting the inside of my cheek as I stroked myself slowly. Only a few times before I stopped and moved to retrieve what else I’d need.

By the time I returned to the bed, Harlee was sitting up, eyes hooded, smile full of promise. She crooked a finger at me, and I came to her, rolling on the condom as I went. As full of smiles and laughter the night had been, something much more serious had settled between us. Nothing we wanted to talk about, not if we didn’t want to risk ruining this moment.

Neither of us spoke as I settled in the cradle of her legs. She reached between us, guiding me to her entrance. With our eyes locked together, she raised her hips as I surged forward, our bodies coming together in one smooth motion, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together perfectly. I let out a breath, the immensity of what I was feeling making my chest tighten.

She reached up, locking her fingers together behind my neck, and using the leverage to rock her body against mine. The motion broke through the strange heaviness that held me in place and I began to move. Like when we danced earlier tonight, our bodies found a rhythm that brought us together with the sort of deliberation that came from having the same goal.

I covered her mouth with mine and her nails raked across my shoulders. My tongue dueled with her, her urgency feeding mine as the pressure inside me built. With each thrust, the tension between us grew, pleasure stretched into tight until, finally, it snapped.

She cried out my name, clinging to me as I curved my body around hers, every muscle tense as I came. Her body shook, soft little whimpers escaping as she dug her nails into my back, sending sharp bites of pain mixing in with everything else. I pressed my face against the side of her neck, gasping for air as I came back down.

I stayed where I was for a minute, but then rolled off, getting up to dispose of the condom. Everything I’d been feeling rushed back, welling up until words burst out.

“I donna have anything planned for tomorrow. Would you be interested in getting together? Getting to know each other a bit. I ken it’s not what we discussed, but…” My voice trailed off as I came back into the bedroom and realized the reason she hadn’t spoken up was because she’d fallen asleep.

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