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“Looking at you makes me want to come, Travis. You’ve been my wet dream since the first time I saw you and understood what wet dreams were.”
“Is that so?” He was surprised his voice remained level, given her admission. “Wet dreams run both ways, baby. I had to wash the sheets more than once a week after waking up with a curvy redhead on my mind.”
Her eyes widened and she blinked. Her mouth formed a pretty ‘O’ and the memory of her lips wrapped around his cock did a number on his ability to keep thinking straight.
“Yeah?” she asked, her voice sounding a little breathless.
“Yeah. One could even make the case that you’re the one doing the using around here. As much as, if not more than me.”
Bella winked and slid from her chair. He welcomed her onto his lap, his sandwich all but forgotten. She smelled like peanuts and sugar and felt like heaven.
“Did you feel used?” she whispered against his lips.
Travis didn’t have a chance to answer. Bella stole his breath. If she meant to light him up from the inside out with her kiss, she succeeded. Who was extorting who? Who was using who this time around, he wondered? But the second her teeth bit down on his tongue, he didn’t give a shit about the dynamics.
Stress showed on her face. Frown lines bracketed her mouth. It dulled her once brilliant blue eyes. And she wore her auburn hair in ponytails now, where it used to flow in waves down her back. She wore unremarkable clothes, even when she wasn’t at work. Though, he didn’t see her out much.
She’d lost weight, too. But even so, she had the best damn curves.
She had his full attention when he felt something cool and thick on his nipple. He looked down when she broke the kiss and lowered her head. Jam. She’d put raspberry jam on his left nipple and now, dear God, she was licking it off.
He fisted his hand in her hair and tugged. “Make sure you get your tongue under the barbell. I don’t want any left over. I don’t want any sticking to my skin.” She hummed her reply and the sound shot straight to his dick.
She was so giving, so much about pleasure. She gave as good as she got. And then she gave some more.
Bella dipped her finger into the jar again. Travis sucked in air and held it, following the movement from the jar to his other nipple. She slathered the sticky sugar all over, even coated the ring.
He did his best to keep his thoughts centered on what she was doing right then and there. But they wandered. What would it feel like having her suck jam off his cock and allowing him to return the favor all over her body.
His cock jumped and the woman on his lap wiggled along the ridge. She lifted her head, kissed his lips with more tenderness than the moment should have allowed. When she lowered it again, she worked her oral magic on his other nipple.
Travis sifted his fingers through her hair with one hand, and slipped the other between them. “Don’t stop what you’re doing,” he whispered. “I’m only going to make it better for both of us.” She nodded and grabbed the nipple ring in her teeth and pulled.
With a little effort, he finally had his cock in his palm. “Relax your legs, baby, and slide up higher on my lap until you feel me on your clit. Oh yeah, Bells, right there. Feel it?”
Her moan was all the answer he needed. The more insistent he rubbed himself against her, the more concentrated her efforts on his nipple, but whenever he eased away from her clit? She bit down and her fingernails dug into his arms.
He had no interest in teasing her, not like before. No, he had a very keen interest in feeling her come, in feeling her body on his lap shake and shiver with an orgasm.
The moist heat. The slick wetness coating the tip of his penis pushed him closer to the edge, and when Bella started rocking and sliding on him … Holy. Fuck. “Is it gonna be soon, Bells?”
She nodded and lifted her head from his chest. Glazed, dilated eyes. Flushed cheeks. And she had her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. She was sexy as fuck as she rode the head of his dick with her pussy.
He held the shaft in his hand and stroked every few seconds, but didn’t need it. She drove him mad and he knew himself well enough to know the second she started to fly, he wouldn’t be too far behind.
She’d sat across from him completely naked, completely comfortable. He’d already put on his jeans before realizing she’d intended to stay sans clothes. It was erotic as hell and she turned him on like nobody’s business.
Now she slid along his lap, her naked thighs against his jeans. It was one of the hottest sights he’d ever seen. He loved her complete abandon. He’d been afraid she’d be timid once she gave in, that he’d have to coax everything out of her, but that hadn’t been the case at all. From the moment she agreed, she’d been a complete participant.
She was his fantasy, and now she was the dirty fairy tale come to life right before his eyes.
Bella took hold of his shoulder and squeezed at the same time she cupped one of her tits and teased her nipple. He couldn’t look away from the sight.
Oh. Fuck.
Travis came before he even realized he was ready. She seized up and moaned low in her throat, and then her body jerked against his. She didn’t stop rubbing herself on his cock and she never took her gaze from him.
But Travis kept looking between her fingers toying with her nipple to her eyes. He was still coming when she captured his lips and whimpered into his mouth.
