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“I’m a journalist. That’s the way my mind works.”
When we reach her bedroom, she pauses. “What does this room say to you?”
I grin. “If these walls could talk.”
She swats my arm playfully.
“No, but I think it says…” I trail off, eyeing the bold colors and abstract prints. “Confident. Maybe a little dangerous and off the beaten path. And it’s sexy, too.” My eyes meet hers. “Like you.”
Her lips curve into a sly smile as she sets the empty glass on the dresser. “I could say the same about you.”
Before I can think, our lips meet. Slow. Soft. Teasing. Exciting. My heart pounds as the world around me falls away. I taste the wine on her tongue. I feel the urgency in her grip on my waist. I bring my arms up to encircle her neck as I allow myself to melt into her warmth.
This is good.
This is keeping an open mind. This is living life to the fullest like I used to do before I fucked it all up. Before I second guessed my every decision. Before I started filtering every moment of my existence through a different lens. A narrow, limiting lens.
But not today.
I pull away briefly, just long enough to sit on the bed. Shayla smiles, then walks up to me, pushing me gently until I’m lying on my back. Before I can react, she’s settling on top of me, soft and warm.
Her fingers tangle lazily in my hair as her tongue swirls in my mouth. I take the opportunity to touch her, running my hands up her back, then back down, inching my fingers past the waistband of her jeans.
With two handfuls of her soft ass, I feel that stirring again. The same heat. A gush of wetness. And now I’m writhing against her, as bewildered as I am aroused.
She’s kissing my neck now, her hands moving under my shirt. Her confident fingers find my nipples, rolling, tweaking, caressing. I let out a soft moan and spread my legs, desperate for relief.
She looks down at me with those eyes. “You know there’s no pressure, right?”
“I know.”
“Good.” She stares at my mouth, licking her lips. “I would love to taste you. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I rush out, making her laugh. “I mean, if you want.”
“Ifyouwant.”
I nod.
She descends, kissing her way down my body until she reaches my thighs. She lifts my skirt and I lift my hips. Panties off. She’s quiet as I settle back onto the bed, breathing deeply before saying, “You’reverywet. You know that?”
“I felt it,” I admit as I lift my head to see her smiling. “You’re a good kisser.”
“I’m good at a lot of things. You’ll see in a minute.”
It’s true.
I feel it immediately.
It’s in the gentle but confident way she touches me. Spreads me open. Dips two fingers inside while she kisses, licks, and sucks my clit. It almost feels like she’s teasing me, the way she goes hard until I’m panting and moaning, then pulls back, letting me stabilize before she does it all over again. It feelssogood. Sounds good, too, the way she’s quietly slurping on my pussy, savoring the meal.
“Yessss…” I moan, bringing my hand to the top of her head. “Like that.”
“Yes, my love.” She curls her fingers inside me, tickling a spot that makes my back arch away from the bed.
“Fuck, you tasteso good,” she moans into my pussy before diving back in.
It’s so good, I don’t wanna cum yet. I’m dreading the moment the pleasure ends and I’m plunged right back into reality. This right here is some other place, some other time, some other form of consciousness. I’m levitating. Weightless. I’m not me right now, just a bundle of nerves. And right now, every inch of that bundle is buzzing with pleasure.
