Page 33 of S.O.S. Mizzay

Go for it, knucklehead, she told herself.You may never get a better opportunity.

“I… I think one or two of the little suckers might still be in my bra,” she told him, her voice raspy with need.

She watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down convulsively.

“You, uh, think I should…check?” He actually stumbled over his words.

“Only if you want to,” Missy managed huskily, letting him know that she was all in, but if he was hesitant, she wouldn’t force the issue. “They’re probably dead.”

“Dead,” he repeated blankly, as if he’d lost his train of thought.

“Yeah. The bees. In my bra. They’re not stinging anymore. But…”

He swallowed again. “But I should probably check.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a solemn nod.

Gently, ever so gently, Cobble’s hands traveled up her arms to her shoulders, where he hooked his fingers under both straps and eased them down. His hands moved to her back, warm and questing, looking for…

“There’s no clasp,” she told him, her voice shaking with need. “It…peels off.”

Cobble hesitated for a moment, his gaze lowering to the crests of her breasts where they heaved. “Up or down?” he was able to ask.

“Up.” Missy raised her arms and looked at Cobble, putting every ounce of the want she was feeling into her eyes. If Cobble didn’t get it now…

He groaned, but instead of peeling the spandex away like she’d imagined, he lowered his head and licked across the top of her breasts. Before she could so much as hiss gloriously at the unexpected move, he dropped further and bit one prominent nipple right through her bra.

Missy moaned.

“Okay?” Cobble lifted his head, and what she saw in his eyes was what she’d wanted to see for a very long time; lust, mixed with awe.

“More than okay.”

Missy wasn’t going to waste a second of timeorgive Cobble a chance to back out. She stepped away from him, reached down and whipped the bra over her head.

“Andy,” he grated, looking his fill before raising both hands in her direction.

She leaned forward until her needy flesh met his palms and they both groaned.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked with a certain reverence in his tone.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to?” she countered, leaning into his touch while staring at his lips.

How many times had she fantasized about what his hands would feel like, what his mouth would be like on hers?

Cobble took his cue. Slowly, while continuing to worship her breasts with light squeezes, he lowered, and lowered, and lowered, until…

Lip contact. Pure bliss.

The man’s mouth was electric. Dominant. Once he made up his mind, there was no hesitation. He captured her lips, her tongue. He ground down.

Heownedher.

Missy grunted unhappily into his mouth as he moved his hands away, but gave an appreciative whimper when his palms cupped her ass instead. He lifted her closer. She wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, keeping the connection their mouths were enjoying, relishing in finally finding out what Cobble tasted like; all sunshine and minty-man.

She couldn’t wait for more.

“House?” she eventually managed, dragging her lips from his.

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