Page 23 of Straight, No Chaser
"It's really good. I like it."
I love the pleasure ribboning through her voice. Exciting me to show her more things she'll enjoy. "I thought you would."
While she takes another small sip, I push up her skirt and stoke her thighs, brushing my thumb over the silk between her legs. I meet her gaze. Seeking her permission before I show her how much I want her. How much I love her.
Breaths turn to pants and she nods, sucking in her bottom lip in expectation. Somehow I force myself to be gentle. I know what this means to her. To let me touch her where that bastard humiliated her.
Drawing aside the white fabric, I almost fucking explode. The perfect reminder of her innocence. I graze her satin skin but she tenses under my palm. Which guts my chest like a blade. I refuse to allow her to be scared of me. Or fear what I’m going to do to her.
Slower than I ever thought possible, I trail my fingertip up and down her soft folds, with a patience I don’t normally possess. With a shaking hand she puts her drink down too and grips my shirt sleeve. Following along my movements as I stroke her. Slow and long with feather light touches.
Wetness coats my finger, and her eyes flutter shut. A small mew of happiness encourages me to increase the pressure. Firm caresses that brush against the edge of her clit before finally circling around and around the puckered nub. A shuddering gasp rocks her entire body when I thumb the neglected peak.
"We're going to get caught."
A half-hearted shove against my forearm. Like I'd ever fucking stop pleasuring her. "I don't give a damn."
It’s fucking glorious to see her so lost in her bliss. Her delicate beauty overwhelms me. I need more. I need to give her more.
After laying her back on the granite, I blow on her exposed pussy, fucking loving the goose bumps rising on her legs. Her back arches, moving her heaven farther away from my mouth. Which neither of us can stand. Proof from her hands gliding over my scalp guiding me closer.
Fuck me. She's even more lavish than I imagined laid out bare for me on my counter. Begging for my tongue with her rising hips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous angel.”
Before she can respond, I suck in her clit, going straight to her pleasure point. To show her how good it can be. How good we are together. My name tangled in a moan her only answer. The best fucking sound I’ve ever heard her make.
Sliding my hands underneath the waistband, I jerk upwards, ripping the skirt apart. Too damn short for her to be wearing out of the house. Especially without me. With a wide tongue, I lick her arousal, welcoming her body lifting to meet my mouth. To give herself to me.
I kiss up her trembling stomach. The silky bronze tank top, with too fucking low v-neck, bunches around her breasts. I slit that fabric too, exposing her strapless beige bra. While snapping open the clasp with one hand, the other one snakes lower. Slowly massaging her torso until I’m back at the paradise between her thighs. I need to see her beautiful face when I make her orgasm for the very first time.
When I reach her lips, her tongue battles with mine. Pulling me in deeper. Tasting the rich liquor warming us. Caught up in her passion, her hands roam from my hair to my back to my biceps. Her body frantic to tip over the edge. I give her what she needs. Two urgent strokes before I tweak her throbbing nub. She detonates underneath me, crying into my mouth.
While she floats down, I cradle her head and hold her pulsing body. Nuzzling her neck, smiling from my cologne floating on her skin. She wraps around me, clinging to me so fucking tight I almost think she won't let me go. That I can keep her here with me tonight. Keep her with me forever. "Now you smell like me."
Her sweet giggle tickles my ear. "I smell like sex."
"Even better. Now any other motherfucker who comes near you will know you belong to me."
She angles sideways, searching my face as if she still worries about placating me. "There won't be any other men. I swear."
My angel understands me better than I thought. Telling me what I need to hear. Appeasing my worries. Although I know my contentment will instantly evaporate the minute she leaves.
"Molly, come on!" A shrill voice sounds from the front of the house. Boisterous laughter following. "It's time to go!"
Now my lips graze her ear, growling my displeasure. "I fucking hate this. Stay with me."
“I can’t. I promised.”
She starts to sit up, and I fight the movement like a dumb ass. Like holding her down is going to help this situation in any way. When I really just want to carry her upstairs and fuck her until she can’t walk away from me ever again.
“But, why don’t you come with us? It’ll be fun.”
The fuck it will be. Fun is her spread across my bed, breathless and begging me for more. “You know I told Eli we’d have a boy’s night since you’re going out without him.”
Her frown deepens from my reminder. Yes, I’m a total fucking asshole for making her feel even worse. She might as well know now that I’m a mean ass bastard when I pout. Yet I only feel guilty when my pettiness is directed at her. “He’ll be fine. We’ll stuff ourselves with a bunch of junk food and watch his favorite movie. Again.”
I earn a small smile when I roll my eyes. No one knows the torture more than her of the cartoon on repeat for the millionth time. I shrug off my shirt and wrap the white linen around her fucking gorgeous naked body. Which I fucking hate hiding from my greedy eyes. “Let’s get you some appropriate clothes to go out in.”
Now it’s her turn to smirk. “Those were appropriate until you ruined them.”
