Page 83 of Fun Together
I press a soft kiss on the underside of her jaw where her flush always appears first. This spot has been taunting me all night, ever since our dance together. She places her arms around my neck, bringing us closer together. I kiss across her bare shoulder until I reach her neck. I take in her scent, the sweetness of her warm skin.
She leans her head to the side, giving me better access. I trail kisses up and along her cheek until I reach the corner of her lips. Then, I move to the other side and repeat this path, drawing out the anticipation, before finally bringing my mouth over hers.
It’s tentative at first, like we’re trying to figure out the rhythm of each other. We fall into pace easily, though, and I never want to stop doing this. It’s been so long since I’ve made out with someone for the fun of it, just to explore.
Kissing Faye is really fucking fun.
I pull back for a beat to give us some air. I run my hands down her sides, and she’s breathing so hard, I can feel her lungs expand beneath my palms. I’m breathing hard, too. “Are we—” I don’t even know what I was going to say, but I feel the need to check in. “Are you good?”
She smiles. “Yeah—I’m good. Are you good?”
I laugh. “I’m very good.”
Then she gets a look on her face, like she wants to say something else, but is hesitant.
“What is it?”
“Can we . . . ?” She runs her hands along my shoulders. “Keep feeling good?”
I brush her hair behind her ear and nuzzle against her neck. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”
She shivers. “Kiss me again.”
I grab her by the waist and move her so that she’s fully straddling me. She leans down and brings our mouths together.
Now our kisses become frantic, almost messy. We’re not worried about keeping rhythm at all. It’s less kissing, and more like consuming.
Her dress has ridden up further so that I can grab her thighs as she rocks her hips back and forth over me. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life, and the feeling is so amazing I’m worried I might come in my pants.
I don’t even care if I do. I grip the sides of her hips and guide her to continue the motion. “Does that feel good?” I ask.
“Yes.” She whimpers, and that sound alone almost sends me over the edge.
I kiss her neck and move the straps of her dress down to lightly bite and kiss her collarbone. I glide my hand over her ribs, wanting to touch higher, but seeking out her permission first. I think she knows what I’m getting at, because she places her hand over mine and guides it up over her breast. She’s not wearing a bra, and I can feel her nipples harden beneath my fingertips.
I pinch them through the silky fabric, and I watch her face to see if she likes it.“Do you like that?”
She tightens her grip on my shoulders and leans into my touch, so I take that as a yes. She continues grinding on my lap, and the only sounds that echo through her apartment are the rustles of our clothing and our heavy breathing.
“Eli, I think I might—” She quickens her rhythm and brings our mouths together. I bite and suck on her lower lip and she begins to tremble in my arms before she buries her face in my neck. “I’m so close,” she moans into my shoulder.
I move my hands up to grip her ass while she rolls her hips over me. “That’s it, Faye, you’ve got it,” I coax.
“Oh God,” she gasps as she comes, before relaxing against me.
I rub her back, allowing us both some time to catch our breath. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and neither of us is even naked.I didn’t even take my tie off.
Suddenly she stiffens and jumps off my lap.
“Oh my god, did I just—” she darts off toward the kitchen. “I am mortified right now.”
“Faye, it’s okay. It’s more than okay, that was?—”
“That was so embarrassing!” she interrupts and covers her face with her hands.
I take a couple of breaths and adjust myself as best I can before getting up from the couch and going over to her. “Don’t be embarrassed.” I reach up to pull her hands down away from her face.
“I can’t believe I just did that with you, or more liketoyou. Did you . . .” she trails off and gestures to my crotch. “Never mind.”
