Page 7 of Haunted Happenstance

“You’re wearing far too many clothes.”

“Then take them off of me,” I taunt, spinning for her to unzip my dress. It pools to the floor and I turn to face her wearing my lacy black bra and matching boyshort panties. “Glad I wore the cute ones today.” Jen’s eyes darken as a single “Fuck” passes her lips. “Now, where was I?”

“I don’t think so,” she growls. “I’m fucking wet just looking at you, and you expect me to just, what, lie down and take it?”

“Basically.”

“And I don’t get to touch you?” I don’t answer and pull her shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground. “Well, that’s absolute shit.”

Jen’s a fucking vision, candlelight dancing off her smooth skin. I’m a loss at where to start, wanting to taste and touch every inch of her. I help her out of her pants, leaving her in her red silk bra and black cotton panties. I adore the fact that she’s not matching—the yin to my yang, the chaos to my collected.

I drag my knuckle up her pussy over her underwear, making her head fall back with a soft moan. “What do you want, Jen?”

“Can I be a selfish cunt?” she laughs.

“Of course.”

“I know what that tongue can do and… I want your mouth on my pussy.”

I press her down to the table with my hand between her perfect breasts. Pulling down the cup of her bra, I swipe my thumb across her nipple. “Only if you talk me through exactly what you want.”

“Fuck, okay,” she whimpers. “I’ll try, but we aren’t doing the whole ‘eyes on me’ thing. It’s overstimulating.”

I love that she’s asking for what she wants. Kissing down her stomach with soft brushes of my lips, I slip my fingers into her panties, finding the fabric already damp. Heat pools in my belly, so damn turned on by the fact that she’s wanting me, wanting this. I’ve never had a one night stand before, and there’s something thrilling about the fact that I could be a story she’ll tell to a friend. My only goal is that she’ll tell them I’m the best she’s ever had.

I play with her swollen clit, circling with enough pressure to build her up, but not let her come. Once she’s on the edge, she protests as I pull away, dragging down her soaked panties and tossing them into the pile of our clothes. Her pussy is fucking perfection. Bending between her thighs, her whimpers become louder as I swirl my tongue around her clit. She’s so wet, I easily glide two fingers inside her. It’s no wonder she was concerned aboutmore than three, she’s tight, gripping my fingers as I curl them to massage her g-spot. She moans a few curses, tightening around me like a vice. All it takes is sucking hard on her clit and she shatters for me, and the sweet moans tumbling from her lips have me aching for her to touch me.

“Fucking hell, Tara, that was…”

“That was only two. And I thought I told you I wanted a play-by-play? Now that you’re loosened up, you can take more.”

She mumbles something unintelligible, then more clearly asks, “Can we go upstairs to my bed? As sexy as it is having you here in my shop tongue-fucking me, I need to be able to sell these books in the morning.”

I chuckle, kissing her soft stomach. “We should probably bring our clothes; don’t need someone walking in on us. What was it? I’ve seen the movie, read the book, do not recommend?”

“Good call.”

I help her up and we gather our clothes, giggling like we’re schoolgirls as we run up the stairs. This is the fun I missed when I was dating. As much as Greta was into exciting kinks, it was more to explore what we liked and didn’t like. This is different. Jen is incredible, and everything about her is unexpected.

When we reach the top of the stairs, we toss the clothes onto the floor beside her bed and she teasingly pushes me onto the mattress. “My turn.”

Chapter 6

Jen

Reaching to her back, I unclasp Tara’s bra, then untie her hair. It splays on the bed in soft waves, and she’s more beautiful than any photograph or painting could capture. Her hands tangle in my hair as I pepper kisses from her stomach to her taut, pink nipples, sucking each once before moving up to her neck.

That soulmate shit from earlier is getting to my head. Kissing her feels like… home.Shefeels like home.

“You may have thought about kissing me when we first met, but my thoughts were a little less innocent.”

“You didn’t even notice me,” she deadpans.

“Oh, I noticed you the second I stepped into the bar. This is a small town with mostly tourists during the holidays. Ninety-nine percent of them are married couples with children.” I nip at her earlobe, making her laugh. “Can’t exactly tell someone I want them to sit on my face when we first meet.”

In a swift motion, I roll onto my back bringing her with me. “And that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

Stripping off her panties, she wastes no time climbing up the bed, and the good fucking girl that she is, she doesn’t hover—she sits on her throne, like she was made for it.And just like that, I’m wet again.Her confidence spurs me on as I lick up her wet cunt and tease her clit with light flicks of my tongue.

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