Page 60 of Smolder

“Distracted?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Good.”

He lowered his head, and his lips brushed over mine once. I opened to him instantly and was rewarded with the swirl of his tongue. I wanted him closer. Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him down. His knee moved between my legs, and his hard body came down until he barely touched me.

“I went to sleep, thinking about this mouth,” he said as he licked at my bottom lip.

The husky sound of his voice excited me more, and I rocked against his thigh that rested too close to my ache. The friction felt good, so I scooted closer to it and rubbed some more.

His hands were on the waist of my shorts, and then his mouth left mine. “You want to rub that sweet pussy on me, then you’re gonna do it right.”

I lifted my hips, and he jerked down my shorts, then tossed them to the side. I heard his boots hit the ground while he began to work on the zipper of his jeans. I didn’t think we were ready for sex. At least, I didn’t know if I was. I already had strong feelings for him that had come on too fast. Sex was going to escalate it even more.

I was going to tell him that when his jeans were pushed down, and the outline of his erection through the white boxer briefs he was wearing came into view. I’d had that in my mouth last night. Deep in my throat.

With his jeans discarded, his hand went to his briefs, and he paused. “I want to feel your wet pussy against my cock. That’s all.”

I swallowed hard and nodded.

He quickly got them off, then jerked his shirt over his head, leaving him naked. I’d known he would be beautiful, but I hadn’t truly been prepared for just how beautiful. The desire to kiss and lick every spot on him was making it hard for me to think of the reasons why we should slow down.

His fingers began to unbutton my blouse, and I let him. He’d seen the bruises already, and I wanted to feel my naked skin against his. Even if we didn’t have sex, I could still enjoy how he felt.

I sat up enough so he could pull my top away, and then I unfastened my bra and tugged it down my arms, leaving me bare. Our heavy breathing could be heard over the roar of the plane’s engine.

Amory ran his palms over my nipples, then squeezed my breasts.

“I love your tits.” The tone of his voice was different. Deeper but also slightly sinister.

He ran a hand down my stomach as his eyes followed the path. I kept mine on his face, not sure if I should be turned on or alarmed by the change in him. Perhaps I was both.

His fingers slid inside my panties, and I opened my legs wider, drawing out a chuckle from him, although he didn’t take his attention from what he was doing. When he slid over my slick mound, a rumble in his chest caused me to tremble.

There was a darker side to Amory Blaine. One that I should probably be wary of, but I found myself clinging to it. Begging him to show me all of it. All of him.

“Fuuuck, that pussy is dripping.”

A cry fell from my lips as he sank a finger between my folds, rubbing just over my clit before he found my opening. If he filled me with his finger, I was going to want more.

Two fingers thrust into me, and I arched my back, moaning.

“Damn, that’s tight, baby.” His voice no longer sounded anything like him. “Needy cunt is squeezing my fingers. You sure you don’t want me to fuck this pretty little hole? I’ll beg, whatever you want.”

His mouth was slightly parted as he jerked the crotch of my panties over to look at what he was doing.

“No wonder you tasted like a peach. This juicy pussy looks like a fucking peach. Jesus, that’s perfect.”

His eyes lifted to mine, and then he moved back and lowered his head.

I held my breath, not taking my eyes off him.

“If I can’t sink my dick into it, I’m gonna eat it.”

Oh God. Yes.

Some strange sound that was close to pleading came from me.

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