Page 14 of Kiss and Makeup
“I want you.” The last word turned into a deep growl as I grabbed her ass and flipped us over. Her hips rose to help me take off her pajama pants, and I felt the vibrations as the zipper on my own pants slid down.
Then, somehow, we were both naked even though I didn’t remember taking off her shirt and bra. Maybe she did it while I was kissing her thighs on either side of her sexy red panties. As long as her firm, round breasts and lickable, perky nipples were exposed, I didn’t care how it happened.
Gently at first and then harder, I sucked the right nipple until Kristen’s gasps grew frantic, then I turned my attention to the other. The lithe body beneath me wriggled and jerked. My erection throbbed as a hand wrapped around it, letting me feel through the strength in her squeezes how much my lips around her nipples affected her.
Kristen’s hand pumped faster, and my body went still as my mind forgot how to tell it what to do. Pleasure coursed through me. I had to share what I was feeling….
Nipples rubbed little circles in my chest hair as Kristen arched her back, moaning as I slipped first one finger inside her warm, wet pussy—then made it two. “You’re so wet,” I murmured into her ear.
“You make me so wet,” she corrected me, punctuating the words with kisses on my chest and shoulder. “I want you inside of me… I want you inside of me now.” Her voice grew a little louder, more insistent, and her hips wriggled with need.
My shaft slid out of her hand. I shifted my hips down a little, and her thighs glided apart, more than ready for me. My tip rubbed against her little spot of pleasure, dragging a loud “oh” out of her. I was so hard and she was so, so wet, and I didn’t even have to reach down and orient myself. Both our breathing halted for a second as my length slipped inside her, her warm, slick walls taking me in easily.
I pinched her nipples between my fingers, gasping against her mouth when she tensed and I felt her pussy contract against me. In, out, in, out, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Her hands reached out, grasping anything she could for support as she moaned again and again to the rhythm of my thrusts.
Pausing for a moment, I took one of Kristen’s legs and draped it over my shoulder. The next thrusts were slow and deep, and every one made her gasp as she gazed into my eyes when she could and let them flutter shut with pleasure.
Suddenly, I noticed her hand had crept to her clit, two fingers doing delicate little circles. It was too much for my head or my dick to handle and I sped up the tempo again, gripping Kristen’s shoulders so I could thrust even deeper.
Our gasps and moans grew louder, but not louder than the sound of our lovemaking as my hips thrust forward again and again. Her hips were everywhere, her free hand was grasping at anything and everything. Her tits bounced wildly on her chest, and suddenly I couldn’t contain myself. “Oh… Kristen, Kristen, Kristen”
The mantra of her name cut short in my mind. Our arms seized each other as we came at the same time, losing ourselves in the depths of an orgasm that blocked out the world. The intensity of it faded slowly, leaving me gasping for breath into a wave of Kristen’s hair that fanned across the pillow— but content. So content.
I started humming low and deep, knowing Kristen loved the vibrations from my chest to hers. Her arms found their way around my back, tracing little circles on the skin just to let me know how much she loved being close to me, touching me.
The heat came on with aclunkof the vents, and I jumped guiltily even though it was only me in the house. I realized with a shock that I’d been sitting here and daydreaming about Kristen for so long that it was time to get ready for dinner with her… and my pants were uncomfortably tight.
A steaming shower failed to calm down a certain part of me that had gotten a little too excited by my vivid daydreams. Guess I would just have to take care of that real quick….
By the time I finished my shower and that other little task that had become necessary, a large part of the nervousness that overactive thoughts had been building up all day had been washed away. What the shower didn’t do, unfortunately, was help me decide what to wear, even though I’d thought about it on and off all day. How to dress for the cold, but still impress? The question applied to both business and women.
I’d figured out the answer for business, and I thought I had figured it out for women as well. After thirty minutes of meandering around my spacious walk-in closet, I still hadn’t decided what to wear to dinner.
Finally, I shook my head at myself in the bathroom mirror as I combed gel through my hair. Clothes weren’t something I should be this worried about. Kristen appreciated when dress reflected occasion, and she always noticed when people tried too hard. This was a casual dinner. As long as I dressed with the occasion in mind, it wouldn’t matter what clothes I wore.
Still, I spent twenty more minutes on my clothes before I walked out to my Mercedes-Benz, feeling confident and extremely grateful for the genius of inventors who had come up with the idea of starting a car from inside your home. Nothing made me want to stay home more than the prospect of getting into a car with freezing leather seats.
Today I would have driven into Chicago with my windows down and snow flying into the vehicle if it meant dinner with Kristen.
“You always beat me,” I observed as I slid into the booth across from Kristen, noting the Italian menu already waiting for me on the table.Also you look incredible. As always.I doubted I had the right to say something like that yet.
“Not true,” she disagreed jokingly. “That first time at your company building—you know, when you gave me the tour—you were there first.”
“I actually got lost on the way there,” I admitted. She leveled an incredulous eye at me over her glass of water. “I hadn’t been there in years. And I don’t really drive in that part of Chicago.”
“Fair enough. So, what’s good here? Since you picked this place, I guess you’ve been here before?”
“I used to come here pretty often. It’s my mom’s favorite.”
“And your mom has good taste, so this place must be pretty great. Maybe I’ll get a panini….” One delicate fingertip traced down the menu and Kristen’s pink lips moved silently, mouthing the unfamiliar Italian words.
My mom did have great taste. She had loved Kristen. Both my parents had, actually. I was pretty sure that my dad wished once or twice that Kristen was his daughter-in-law—or at least, that she would rub off on me and leave some better work ethics.
“I think I’ll just get a good old Italian pizza,” I decided. Enough dwelling on the past.
“You can’t go wrong with pizza,” Kristen agreed. “My n—everyone loves pizza.”
“My everyone?” I joked, cocking an eye at her.
