Page 97 of Friends Don't Kiss

It’s time to take her out of her head. “Was it that dirty? I can handle dirty, you know.” I caress her back, then lean over for a quick suckle on her offered tit.

She snaps out of her mind. “It was nothing dirty… it was nothing that you would do. I was just trying to imagine how you looked and how… how…” Her insides clench around me.

“How it would feel if I licked your body inch by inch? Rubbed your feet after a long day of work? Got into a bubble bath with you and gave you a scalp massage?”

She gives me a shy grin that morphs into full-on smile. “I was really wondering how you looked naked. I’d remember the little I saw and made up the missing parts.”

“And?”

She pretends she doesn’t understand my question. “And what?” she asks, lifting herself almost off my dick and lowering herself back down, doing her ass wiggle at the end. The now-still water splashes softly around us, filling the silent night.

“And you did what with that?”

She swallows. “I made myself come.” She goes up and down again, her breasts sloshing in and out of the water.

“Sweets.”

“Yeah?” she whispers.

“Imade you come. The thought of me. And guess what?”

“What?”

“There’s a good chance I was doing the same, one floor up, thinkin’ ’bout you.” I want to plow into her right now, but I let her keep the lead.

Reading my thoughts, she says, “You okay?”

I have to chuckle at that. “Whadda ya mean? I’m in heaven.”

“Can I go faster?”

“Babe, I don’t know what those books you read taught you about sex, but yes, fuck yes, you can go faster and harder. Just let go, sweets, and have your way with me.”

Her eyes turn as dark as ink as her gaze goes from my eyes to my lips to my torso to our midsection. “Colt…” Whatever she was going to say morphs into a full-on moan. The way her eyebrows narrow and her moan pitches when my cock hits her deepest spot is such a turn-on, I have to focus to keep it together.

“Fuck you’re hot, Kiara. Always thought you were hot, but this… this…” My gaze zooms back down to her breasts bouncing in front of me.

“Suck on me,” she says, leaning against my face. An owl toots, and then it’s only the water sloshing around us, faster and faster as she increases her speed, and her little cries of pleasure.

“Colt…” she moans as I feel her clench around me. I let go of her breast to cup her back and bring her to me as she comes undone, the long tremor of her orgasm filling me with something like pride.

Then she folds down onto my chest, aftershocks rocking her and teasing my dick in an unbearable manner.

“How ’bout you?” she asks in a small voice, moving her hips around my enraged cock.

“Not gonna come in here and then hafta ask my buddy how and why I should drain the damn thing.”

She chuckles, the movement another torture to my dick. “Good thinking,” she murmurs. “Let’s go inside. I wanna finish you off with my mouth.”

Holy mother. I hoist us off the tub, wrap us in the towels, and get us inside, in front of the roaring fireplace. I’ll take care of the trail of water later. “Don’t you ever tell me that the books you read at Millie’s are sweet little romances. No virgin talks dirty like that. Holy shit, sweets.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I fucking love it. Tell me again what you’re gonna do with your mouth?” I say as she sets herself on her knees in front of the fireplace.

She licks the tip of my cock and locks eyes with me. “I can’t talk with my mouth full, Colt. So what will it be? Dirty talk or…” She runs her hands up the back of my thighs and cups my ass.

The only answer I can manage is a hiss.

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