Page 4 of Come Apart
She pulls me towards the couch.
"I shouldn't reward your insensitivity." I slide my hand over the curve of her waist.
"But you will." Her eyes flutter closed. She kisses me, her back arching, her body straining against mine.
I bring my hands to her chest, cupping her breasts over her dress. She groans softly, almost a beg. She's already desperate. She already wants this so badly.
I trace the neckline of her dress slowly, back and forth. She groans louder.
I slip my fingers into her bra.
She breaks our kiss, nearly panting. "Luke." She reaches for my jeans. "You better not... You better..."
"I better what?" I slide the strap of her dress off her shoulder.
Then the other.
She's wearing a hot pink bra, one that barely covers what it needs to. She'll look so much better without it.
"You know what," she warns.
I push the straps off her shoulders, pulling the cups off her breasts.
Damn.
The generous curves hang just right, unlike some of the hard domes surgeons install in this town.
Her nipples are already hard and tight.
Heat courses through my body.
I need to be inside her.
I rub my fingertips over those velvety points. "Maybe you should enlighten me."
She presses her body against mine again, her crotch grinding against me.
God, she feels so good. But I have to wait until she's begging.
I pull my shirt over my head. She relaxes, no doubt sure my protests are just for show.
"You're awful." She lifts her ass and slides out of her dress.
I stare as she peels off her bra and kicks off her panties.
Those hips, the smooth skin of her stomach, that ass, her perfect tits...
She's a fucking wet dream.
And she's looking at me like she wants to eat me alive.
I'm a lucky bastard.
Any blood left in my brain rushes downward.
I slide out of my shorts and shift onto the couch, on top of her.
She rocks her hips into mine, groaning as she rubs her wet pussy against me.
