Page 11 of Space Crush
A kiss that melts, burning into one just like we shared on our last date.
One hand moves up to cradle the back of her head, the other down over the globe of her ass, confirming what I’d guessed from my earlier visual assessment, that it’s both firm and plump.
We kiss until our breath is hot and short and, breaking free of her lips, I trail kisses down her neck while my dick pushes uncomfortably against my jeans—for the third time today.
I squeeze her ass once more before migrating up and around, trailing over the exposed skin beneath her collarbone, finding the zipper.
Lowering it an inch, I then raise it. I repeat the action, each time grazing the skin above her breasts with my fingertips while kissing beneath her ear—my heartbeat thundering in my chest.
I have the random thought that I’ll never be able to drink lemonade without getting aroused when Kaley grabs my hand at the zipper with both of hers.
Stilling, I open my mouth to apologize for taking things too far. But my words vanish when, instead of pushing my hand away, Kaley pushes itdown, bringing the zipper with it.
I lean back and watch as inch by inch, she reveals herself, not stopping until the zipper is just below her navel.
My God.
Kaley’s trim. I’ve always noted that. And strong too, which anyone who saw her launch a fully-grown man ten feet in the air across a ball pit would agree with. She was a college athlete, after all.
But seeing her now in a see-through black lace bra and a thong of the same material, I’m rendered dumb by her lush breasts, slim hips, and nipped-in core. She’s a slender hourglass that makes me want to learn how to tell time all over again.
“Evan.” There’s a plea in her voice, one that acts like an electric shock, restarting my brain.
My answer is to back her up to my desk, push my laptop to the side with one hand, and swipe the rest clear with the other. I stare at her as an assortment of office supplies and papers flutters to the floor. “Stop me if I go too fast.”
I give her a chance to nod before sliding my hands inside the coveralls, gripping her waist and lifting her onto the hard cleared surface.
Then I feast on the table I set before me.
I lower my head, and Kaley’s forced to brace herself on the desk behind her with both arms as I lavish her nipples, poking through the lace with hot, open-mouth kisses before tugging the fabric down with my teeth. My hands are everywhere—gliding up her back, down her sides, fingers playfully snapping the waist of her thong until I move them under her, biting into her flesh so I can pull her even closer.
Kaley, a mess of desire and moans, grabs my shoulder with one hand, giving her the freedom to reach down and rub my erection with the other.
“Fuck, Kaley.” Letting go of her ass, I cover her hand with mine, allowing myself one hard thrust of friction against her before lifting her arm around my neck to latch on to her other.
Then, to stop her from distracting me, I wrap a hand around her ponytail, holding her in place.
“Evan.” Back arching, neck exposed, Kaley’s legs widen as far as they can in her coveralls, inviting me closer.
I accept, kissing her while my other hand dips beneath the lace of her thong.
Her whimpers reverberate as I slide two fingers inside, the sound nearly makingmecome.
Head back, eyes closed, Kaley rocks herself on my hand as I circle her clit with my thumb.
As she moves faster, I thrust harder, sucking her breast into my mouth, pulling the skin hard enough to leave a mark.
“Evan…” My name on her lips is a caress, sending shivers down my spine.
As I work her nipple and clit in tandem, Kaley begins to lose rhythm, her body jerking in its search for release. Until, on one final thrust, she lunges forward, holding herself against me as the orgasm overtakes her.
Then my phone rings.
* * *
Kaley
I’ve never hadan orgasm serenaded.
