Page 71 of Storm in a Teacup
I grind against him more, needing him to move against me. His hips buck upward to meet my demand. Then, the lightest brush catapults me over the edge. I swear into his mouth as the pleasure races through me, my limbs tightening around him despite their desire to go limp. He groans deeply as he too finds release. Still held against the wall, I kiss him through swollen lips, consuming him like nectar.
When I can, I break the kiss, gathering air. “That was…” I start, not knowing how I want to finish.Amazing, a bad idea, a great idea, just what I needed, potentially a mistake, something I want to do over and over again for the rest of my life?
“We’re not done.”
“We’re not, are we? Do you need a Gatorade or something?”
His eyes darken. “I just need to see how wet your pretty cunt is for me.”
My mouth waters. “Okay. That answers that question.”
“Hm?”
“I like when you say that word to me.”
He grins devilishly, picking me up off the wall and carrying me back into his flat. My breath hitches as he takes me all the way to his bathroom, setting me down on the sink. His mouth claims mine again, teeth sinking into my lower lip, tugging gently.
Though I’d be happy to stay like this, curiosity gets the better of me, so I draw away to ask breathlessly, “Why are we making out in the bathroom?”
“Oh, right.” He finally lets me go to pivot and turn on the shower.
Once the shower is on, he strips off his shirt.
“Your turn,” he says.
I remove my top first, tossing it to the side, then go for my skirt.
“Let me,” he requests.
He unzips the side, helping me lift my ass so he can remove it, letting the skirt slip to the ground. My hands find the top button of his ruined trousers, unbuttoning them and yanking them down as much as I can from where I sit. He helps get them off the rest of the way, along with his boxer briefs, so that he is standing completely naked before me. As I remove my bra, I scan him up and down, fully enjoying what I see—lean muscles, strong thighs, solid chest.
His hands stroke down my hips, fingering the top band of my panties. “These are fucking sexy,” he mutters. “Do you alwayswear knickers like this?”
“They’re just cotton underwear with a lace trim.”
“It’s the swoopy design of the lace, maybe.”
Boldly, I say, “I think it’s thatI’mwearing them.”
“Well, that was a given. You’d be fucking sexy in old days-of-the-week knickers with holes on the bum.” He moves over the fabric and down to my center, feeling how positively soaked these fucking-sexy panties are. A satisfied groan escapes him. “How am I supposed to get through a single day now that I know what kind of knickers you wear? How wet they are because of me?”
I gulp, desire pooling low in my belly. He tugs the underwear off me. My legs spread involuntarily as I finger my breasts, watching how he stares down at me—predatory and thoroughly satisfied.
“Absolutely drenched,” he comments.
“Absolutely.”
With his hands on my waist, he helps me hop down from the sink, then pulls me into the shower with him. Under the stream of the water, he kisses me again, our slick bodies pressing against one another. He slides a hand down my stomach, moving toward my want. His fingers find my clit, stroking in succinct circles.
“Lin, when you say no penetration, do you mean any kind or just my cock?”
I swallow, finding it hard to form words with his fingers gliding over me. “Fingers are fine,” I manage to get out. “Sorry, I-I can’t…”
He caresses my face. “No, no, love. You don’t need to explain right now. I just wanted to make sure.” He kisses me hard on the mouth. “Tongue okay?”
“Tongue is great.”
He rotates us so that my back is to the stream of water andkneels before me. His mouth meets my sex with large, open-mouth kisses, thumb re-finding my clit as his tongue delves into me. My hand laces in his wet hair, grasping on and holding tight as the hand not focused on my clit locates my ass, taking a handful.
