Page 97 of Come Apart
Chapter Seventeen
The rest of the day is bliss.
We swim around the pool, naked, splashing fights ending only in long kisses. We shower together, and I press her against the hard tile wall, rubbing her until she comes. We curl up on the couch, and I relinquish control of the remote to Alyssa. She squeals overDownton Abbey, reveling over the subtext in every scene.
I try desperately to teach her how to cook stir fry, but she's helpless anywhere near the kitchen. She holds the knife hesitantly, but gains some confidence as we go.
She takes a seat on the couch after dinner.
I move towards the couch, eyeing her.
I don't try to hide my intentions.
Sitting down next to her, I pull her onto my lap.
She straddles me, her thighs pressed around me tightly.
I brush a hair from her eyes, soaking in the sight of her. We'll be done with sweetness soon. I have to savor the moment.
"What?" she asks. A shy smile curls onto her face.
"Just imagining what you'll look like when I make you come."
"Well, just this once, I might allow you to make that a reality," she says.
I raise a brow, squeezing her ass.
"Just this once? I seem to recall it happening many, many times in the past."
"That's... possible."
"Just for that, I'm going to make you come twice."
She laughs, a twinkle in her eye. "I should misbehave more often."
She arches into me and brings her mouth to mine, sucking on my lips.
I run my fingertips up her arms, my touch light as a feather. Then it's her shoulders and her back, and under the straps of her tank top. She groans, squirming, sucking harder on my lips.
She's already so full of want.
It's going to be difficult to torture her for long.
But I need to revel in it for as long as I can.
I pull the straps of her tank top off her shoulders, exposing the light pink fabric of her bra. She gasps, arching further into me, so desperate for me to touch her. I cup her breasts over her bra. The fabric is soft and smooth. I'm itching to get under it, to feel her skin, to rub her nipples until she's screaming.
But the wait makes it so much better.
She shifts into me, pressing her breast into my hand, her teeth sinking into her lips as she suppresses a moan. She's so fucking sexy. I wish I could spend my entire life torturing her like this, watching the beautiful agony spread across her face as she gets more and more desperate.
I slip one finger inside her bra, sliding it gently over her skin. Mhmm. She's so soft and firm at the same time. And she's rubbing her crotch against mine.
She moans, desperate for what's about to come. I unhook her bra and slide it off her shoulders. She closes her eyes, arching into me. Her nipples are so firm, and she shudders every time I touch her. I want to be inside her, filling her, making her scream in ecstasy.
But not yet.
I run my hands along her sides and bring my mouth to her nipple. She plants her hands on my shoulders, squeezing tightly. Hell, she's shaking with anticipation. Her skin tastes so good, like salt and chlorine and Alyssa. I suck, my tongue swirling around her nipples.
