Page 8 of Bookstore Bliss

Everywhere Seth kisses sends a little shiver through me. His trail of kisses is slow, languid, as he moves up and down my thighs. I know I’m already soaked and he hasn’t even grazed my core. My borrowed dress is bunched around my hips, my choice in black lace panties on full display.

I want to urge him to move things along faster. His bulge strains against his trousers. His gaze meets mine, eyes darkening as he moves my lace underwear down over my thighs. I anticipate another round of unhurried kisses as his hands make their way up to grip my hips once more. Instead, he places his tongue right over my entrance and spreads my folds apart with his tongue as he uses one finger to enter me.

Like a firecracker lit inside of my body, the dual sensations make me grit my teeth.

I grasp the counter so hard I fear it may crack. He quickens his pace as I start to move my hips. I try to match his hurried pace but I can’t. His other hand firmly grips my bare ass.

“More,” I can barely whimper out, “I want more Seth.”

He slows his pace with his tongue. A cocktail of emotions is rising inside of me. My concerns and my pleasure all shaken together. They will be no talk of the future tonight. Just an appetite for pleasure to be satiated. His pace accelerates once more as adds a finger. The added girth is almost enough to set me off in that very moment. But I want more of him.

I need all of him.

“In time,” his voice is deep, the vibrations adding to the climax building inside of me.

My nipples are hard, the buds pressing firmly against the lace of my bra. The friction makes me squirm against his face. The orgasm builds with each and every second he touches my bare skin. All the different sensations are an assault on my senses. I moan as Seth focuses his attention on my throbbing clit, licking lightly and quickly.

He mumbles something else that I don’t hear.

My eyes are shut tight and the repeat of the vibrations of his words against my core push me over the edge. My back arches and knees buckle. He clings to me, his unoccupied hand holding me in place.

My legs weaken and shake as he laps up my release. He releases his hold and lets me lean on him as I try to catch my breath. I want to murmur words of affection, of gratitude, but nothing is coming out.

Before I can say anything or even sit down, Seth scoops me up in his arms. His dick presses against my hip as he carries me away from the kitchen down the darkened hallway.

He gently places me on the bed.

“That was just the warm up.” His brows furrow over his mischievous eyes.

He starts to undress himself as I take in the view.

I could get used to this.

Instinctively, I gulp. Unsure if it’s the fleeting thought of us together once more as a couple, or the sheer slab of muscle standing in front of me clad in black boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination.

It’s just sex. Not a relationship.

I’m only here temporarily. I’m not falling in love, it’s lust.

I repeat the phrase over and over as Seth starts to make his way to the bed. Like a lion hunting his prey, he moves with a hunger in his eye. I want nothing more than to be devoured by him.

Over and over again.

Perhaps this could turn into something more.

Before I can even think of the possibilities of altering my life to be here, Seth joins me on the bed. The thoughts and conflictions disappear with his touch. I’m going to take one day at a time.

It can’t be love.

Seth

My king size bed makes Kristen look tiny as she leans back, propping herself up on her forearms. Her dress somehow still trying to stay on. The straps had fallen and the skirt still bunched up around her waist, her slickened core exposed as she spreads her legs slightly.

Kristen watches me with wide eyes as I undress. When I’m down to just my briefs I start to make my way closer to the bed. She bites her lower lip and I let her gaze wander over my body as I give her a show. I tuck my thumbs into the waist of my underwear and glide them over my legs and let them fall to the floor. My dick springs free and Kristen’s eyebrows raise.

I join her on the bed as she scoots just a little further from the edge.

“You’re overdressed for this next bit.”

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