Page 25 of Lovetown, USA
I stare into her eyes. They’re dark and unflinching, glittering with resolve. The sweet, feminine smell of her perfume hits me.
“Do you believe me?”
I swallow. “I want to.”
“What else do I need to do to convince you?”
Her eyes drop to my mouth, and before I can answer, she dips her head and kisses me with the warmest, softest lips. The kiss is slow at first, tentative. Almost like a question. Then my handsmove to her waist, the kiss deepens until it’s urgent, and the question’s been answered.
Our mouths open at the same time. Our tongues meet, then swirl. My dick gets even harder. It’s strange how this feels so good and so normal. We’re basically strangers, but we’re kissing like we mean that shit.
Then she pulls away, leaving me empty. “Did that convince you?”
I don’t answer.
Instead, I slide my hand into her hair, tugging gently until her head tilts back, baring her throat. I drag my nose across her neck, then kiss it, slow, open-mouthed, and insistent. I drag my lips across her skin, biting gently, sucking, teasing. I take my time kissing my way up to her ear before I suck her lobe into my mouth. She sighs, squirming in my lap, her hip brushing the brick in my jeans.
I’m convinced.
I stand, lifting her with me like she weighs nothing, carrying her over to the bed, laying her down gently. She goes for the tie on her dress while I go for my wallet.
She’s watching my every move, staring hard as hell as I sheath myself. I like having her eyes on me. It’s like I can feel her gaze buzzing just beneath my skin, an electric current that’s making my blood rush and my head light.
“You keeping that on?” I say, gesturing toward the plastic ring on her finger.
She looks down at it like she forgot it was there. “I should. It’s a good reminder that love is a damn joke.”
She removes it and tosses it to the floor. I have thoughts on that, likelove is real, anddon’t close yourself off to the possibilities, andyou can’t say shit like that in this city, but she finally got her dress off, and my thoughts make a quick exit outof my brain while my eyes drink her in and my hand strokes my dick.
“Impressive,” she says as she unhooks her bra. “Bigger than I expected.”
“Thank you. I think.”
“I hope you know what to do with it.”
Her breasts tumble out, nice and full with chocolate brown nipples that make my mouth water.I’mimpressed, too, but she doesn’t give me a chance to express it.
“I’m already wet, but I still want you to eat it.”
I burst out laughing as I make my way over to the bed. On my knees now, I grab her hips and pull her to the edge.
“I like your style,” I say. “And for the record, I was gonna eat it regardless.”
She leans back on her hands, staring down at me with hooded eyes. “You like doing it?”
“Of course.” I hook my fingers in the waistband of her black lace panties. “I’m a grown ass man.” I slide them off. “Making a woman feel good is one of life’s greatest pleasures.”
She spreads her legs open for me, but my eyes stay trained on her pretty face. Just one last long look before I dive in.
My eyes drop to her perfectly smooth, glistening pussy. One long inhale of her earthy, sweet scent makes me hard to the point of discomfort, but it’s a small price to pay. The first swipe of my tongue makes her jump; the second makes her sigh. When I give it a long, slow kiss and a gentle suck, her head drops back between her shoulders, her voice soft when she murmurs, “Oh, God. Yesssssss.”
Yes, indeed.
I’m good at many things.
I’m only stellar at a few.
Medicine.
