Page 105 of Seasoned
She tilted up her lips, bringing them ever so close to his without touching, allowing her breath to feather across his mouth in a whisper of good things to come. She palmed the front of his pants and felt his dick come to life.
He backed her up to the bed and planted a kiss on her lips, his arms wrapping her in a tight embrace. She held him close, too, moving her mouth over his and enjoying the pressure of his lips. They transformed into a frenzy of kisses that consisted of mouths and hands and pelvic grinds.
When he finally let her up for air, she stepped back and pressed a hand to her chest. “Excuse me for a moment. I’m going into the bathroom to slip into something more comfortable.”
“Don’t take too long.” He bit his bottom lip, his gaze crawling down her body in slow motion.
“I won’t.” Jackie slowly backed toward the bathroom. “Don’t go anywhere.”
With one last saucy smile, she slipped into the room and closed the door.
11
Jackie went into the bathroom, where she had already set aside her lingerie choice before leaving the house. She came out and stood in the doorway. The long hair of the wig hung over her right shoulder, and she bent her left knee in a sexy pose, extending a hand up the length of the doorframe.
Tyson sat at the foot of the bed in his boxers, and when he saw her, his lips fell partially open. He looked like a man ready for action, his chest on display, all his smooth dark skin exposed to her hungry eyes.
“Damn,” he said, sitting up straighter.
“Like what you see?” Jackie knew she looked sexy in the red bustier and red panties, breaking up the color with black fishnet stockings and black heels.
“Sure do.”
She sashayed across the carpet with an exaggerated swing in her hips. His eyes remained glued to her body, his breathing coming in shorter spurts by the rapid rise and drop of his chest. She stopped in front of him, hands on her hips, and he licked his lips.
Jackie turned in a slow semicircle and stopped to show him the back, giving an up-close view of her bare ass.
Tyson groaned. “Baby, you look so good. Better than I remember.”
Her skin warmed at the compliment. This man was so good for her ego.
With a smirk, she tossed a look at him over her shoulder just as he rose to his full height of six five.
“I’m not letting you tease me all night,” he said.
“I never tease,” she returned with a lofty arch to her eyebrow.
“This is a tease.” Tyson slid his hands down her waist and onto her exposed bottom. When he squeezed her fleshy behind, her brain shut down.
He ran his nose along the curve of her neck and sucked her earlobe. “Gimme a kiss,” he commanded, and cupping her chin, tilted back her head against his shoulder and covered her mouth with his.
The upside down kiss was hot and nasty. He swiped his tongue along her teeth and pushed until it touched hers, deepening their connection into moist, dirty movements. His free hand slid between her thighs, and when his fingers discovered the crotchless panties, he groaned and slipped two fingers into her wet cleft.
Jackie inhaled sharply, shoving her hips against his probing hand to appease her dripping sex. His clever fingers teased the folds, alternating between massaging her plump lower lips and slipping inside to torture her to the very edge of climax.
Needy and greedy, she let out a frustrated whine and twisted in Tyson’s arms. Face to face, she planned to take control, but he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her harder—continuing to violate her mouth with the rough swipe of his tongue. She could almost come from his kisses alone. Guiding her fingers over the shape of his bald head, she smoothed them down to his nape and over his shoulders to explore the firmness of his skin.
Tyson brushed his mouth along her exposed shoulder, and the barely-there kiss made her insides tremble with anticipation. She wanted him so much but vacillated between a desire to continue this delectable foreplay or give in to the yearning and have him spread her legs and take her right away.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Tyson said against her ear.
“To think, I spent all that time deciding what to wear, only for you to remove my clothes within minutes.”
He compelled her backward until the back of her legs hit the bed. “I appreciate the effort, but you could have been wearing a shower curtain and I would have the same response.”
He unhooked the stocking straps, then standing close so his hard chest touched her breasts, reached behind her and took his time opening the closures at the back of the bustier—one by one until he dropped the red covering to the carpet. His possessive gaze traveled over the fullness of her large breasts, and she trembled a little, anxious for his touch and to experience the full measure of his lovemaking.
“Sit, let me take off these stockings.”
