Page 75 of Movers and Shakers

“You said I could leave a mark, right?”

“Anywhere you want,” I replied, nearly forgetting to breathe as her lips clamped down onto my neck. The sting of pain only made the pleasure better and I could feel myself grow hard. I had no doubts she could feel it too.

Her hand left my hair to cradle my neck, but her fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt and I was struck with the desire to remove every single piece of clothing from my body.

Once her lips finally left my neck, I ripped off my shirt. Her eyes trailed over my chest and she licked her lips.

“You’re gorgeous,” she mumbled, hand trailing over my chest.

“Not compared to you. Can I take this off?” My fingers grazed over the hem of her shirt.

“Please,” she urged. I pulled off her top, revealing her beautiful breasts.

“No bra?”

“Sometimes they’re uncomfortable, so it’s nice to go without.”

“I’m not complaining. It makes things way more fun for me.”

She had been out of reach my entire life, and now that I had her in my arms, I had no clue where to start. “You can touch me,” she said. “Wherever you want.”

I kissed her again. Then I trailed down her jaw and neck with my mouth. I cupped one breast in my hand and latched my mouth onto the other.

I heard her gasp as I did it and her chest arched to give me more. I gave her nipple all of my admiration before I moved to the other one.

“Fuck, Barry.” Her voice was low in a way I’d never heard before. Her fingers gripped my neck, keeping me close.

Breaking contact, I lifted her and laid her down on the couch, her dark hair fanning perfect waves around her head. My fingers trailed downward, gripping the waistband of her jeans, pulling them off with one motion.

She was wet and waiting for me. And I wanted to make her feel good in ways she hadn’t before.

I could see her breath coming out in short stutters as she waited for whatever I could do next. I wondered if she had some lyric in her head, and suddenly it was my goal to make her forget every word she knew, but in a very different way than I had before.

“I’m going to get on my knees,” I said into her ear. “And I’m going to taste you. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

I angled her off the couch, bringing her pussy right in front of me. I put my mouth on her core, tasting her sweet scent and moving my tongue up to circle her clit.

“Oh my God.” Her fingers dug into my scalp. I dared to look up at her and she was arched up on the couch as if begging for more.I returned to my work, tasting every flavor of her, giving her the sweetest torture I could muster. “Barry, I . . . God, I . . .‍”

She wasn’t a lyrical genius here. AndI’ddone this to her. I’d made her forget words and be completely lost in pleasure. I couldn’t help but smile into her as I continued my relentless assault.

Lila came with a soft moan. The only sign was the way her core tightened as I pushed one finger into her. She jerked around me, gripping my digit like a vise as she orgasmed.

“Was that good for you?” I asked, looking up at her.

“Y-yeah. So good.” She was struggling to catch her breath as her eyes closed. “That was incredible. I should return the favor.” But a yawn broke away from her.

“You’re tired.”

“I’m always tired.”

“Then rest.”

“But—‍”

“We have time, sunshine. All the time we need. I’ll carry you to bed myself.”

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