Page 29 of The Friend Zone
A soft sigh from Dana transmitted into his lips, and he reveled in the sound. Needing no further encouragement, he grabbed her plush ass and shifted them until she lay supine beneath him with his hard body between her thighs.
He explored her mouth, slipping in his tongue to claim this new territory. She tasted so good, he could hardly restrain himself from damn near eating her alive. Only because he didn’t want to scare her did he dial back the aggressiveness of the kiss.
She didn’t make keeping his self-control easy, though. Her hands roamed all over his chest and made the nipples on his pecs tighten in arousal. Each time his lips pressed to the corner of her mouth, she twisted her head toward him. If he kissed the left, she turned her head to the left, seeking closer contact as if she couldn’t bear for him to only give a fraction of pleasure. She wanted his whole mouth and a complete kiss.
He loved the way she moaned under him, and he shoved his right hand beneath her top and encountered a lace-covered breast. Finally, the fullness of one tit filled his hand. Dana arched her neck, gasping as he played with the tight nipple through her bra, squeezing and pulling, elated he was finally not only kissing her but also experiencing the pleasure of touching her intimately.
She ran a bare foot up his calf to his thigh, and at this point they were dry humping, her arms looped around his neck while he continued to kiss as much of her exposed skin as he could reach—her cheeks, her neck, her arms.
He pushed her top higher on her belly, and she froze.
“Omar…” she said, resting her hands on his chest.
She must feel the out-of-control way his heart clamored against his ribs.
He stared down at her with unflinching determination. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I-I don’t think we should do this.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he ground out.
She swallowed. “No.”
He rested on his forearms and stared down into her face. “You know what I did the other night when I called and you told me you were taking a bath?”
She shook her head.
He dragged his tongue across her full lower lip. “After I hung up the phone, I took my dick in my hand and rubbed one out to the thought of you naked in the warm, sudsy water.”
She closed her eyes and grimaced as if the words pained her. When she opened her eyes again, they were darker, and she whispered, “I did the same thing.”
Omar groaned and buried his face in her neck. “Are you wet right now?”
“I’ve been wet since we were dancing at Hot Vinyl.”
He muttered a low curse. He had to see. He needed to touch her.
Rough, impatient hands hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and he slipped his hand inside her panties. Dana gasped and her hips shot up.
He encountered the proof of her arousal. His thick fingers glided through the slick folds. Goddamn, she was definitely wet.
While he kissed his way down her body, she caressed his bald head, her touch as encouraging as the little impatient sounds she made while he moved toward his target.
He pressed his face between her legs, nuzzling her denim-clad sex. He could smell how much she wanted him, and the scent of her desire only made him harder. He was as rigid as a steel pole but had plans for them tonight. He didn’t want to eat her yet. No, he’d taste her later, and he’d take his time too, savoring every morsel of engorged flesh.
For now, he wanted to tease her.
Omar dragged her pants past her hips but left her black lace panties in place. He dragged aside the crotch and inserted a finger into her slippery sex.
Dana cried out and arched her back off the sofa. He continued to play with her, kneading her swollen sex with the heel of his hand.
“I’m gonna make you come with my hand,” he whispered in her ear, his voice ripe with hunger. “Then I’m gonna make you come with my mouth. Then I’m gonna make you come all over my dick.”
He pushed in two fingers, rotating and plunging in and out in a rhythmic motion. Dana closed her eyes, whimpering as her head tossed restlessly from side to side. The way she felt around his fingers, tight and wet—he wanted that feeling elsewhere. Specifically, on his penis.
He slipped another finger inside her and continued the dance of advance and retreat. He wanted the buildup because when he came inside her that would make the act so much sweeter. As he played with her sex, he whispered dirty words in her ear, telling her what he’d do to her when he was finished and how many times he would make her come before the night was over.
Her breathing quickened, her lips fell apart, and she jerked erratically as she came, gripping his biceps in a talon-like hold while her body trembled and her muscles quivered around his fingers. He looked down into her face as she cried out, her face contorted into the most beautiful expression of agonized pleasure.
