Page 73 of Sunflower Persona
“I want to do that again.”
“Do what again? I need you to use your words so I know exactly what you want me to do to you,” I whisper in her ear.
She stiffens, and for a second, I think I’ve pushed her too far, but then she lets out the sweetest fucking mewl I’ve ever heard.
“I want you to kiss me again. Like you did before.”
That’s the only permission I need.
I spin her around and crash my lips against hers. This kiss is filled with every ounce of desire that’s been burning under the surface of my skin from the moment I saw her standing in herdorm looking like sin and sunlight. Her energy matches mine as she throws her arms around my neck and pulls me even closer.
“Is it still all right if I touch you?” I ask, my chest heaving as I gasp for air.
She nods, and I close the gap again, teasing the seam of her lips with my tongue. I grab her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as I lift her up to a more comfortable level. She wraps her legs around me, and the heat of her pussy presses against my abs. My cock throbs behind the restrictive denim of my jeans.
“Couch,” she gasps, and I move my lips to her neck as I carry her there, ignoring the sharp twinge of pain that shoots through my leg when I twist in the wrong direction. This is way more pressing than that.
She straddles my lap, and in this skirt, the thin cotton of her panties is the only thing separating me from the sweetest part of her. Even through the layers covering me, I can feel how damp that fabric is as she grinds down on my bulge.
Fucking hell, she feels good.
I let out a hiss and bite down on her shoulder to keep myself from taking this further than I intended.This isn’t about sex,I repeat in my head, but I barely believe myself when she’s grinding against me with such abandon. My hands slide up her body to cup her small tits. If I didn’t, I was going to start guiding her hips, and that isn’t what this is about. She is the one in control here.
My lips find hers again, capturing her tiny moans as she finds pleasure against my weeping cock. I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager, but if she keeps this up, I just might. That thought is enough to snap me out of the lusty haze. Not because there’s anything wrong with the act, but because I promised her no sex, and I don’t want to cross that line without her explicit permission.
“Kor, baby, hold on.” I grab her hips to put some space between us, and the disappointed groan that falls from her swollen lips is almost enough to break my resolve.
“Why? What’s wrong?” she pants.
Her eyes seem almost black from how large her pupils have blown. I’m sure mine are just as bad. This woman is a living aphrodisiac.
“Nothing is wrong, but if you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come.”
Her head cocks to the side as she thinks, and then her lips curl into a devious smile. I don’t think I like that look.
“Kori—” I start as she deliberately rubs her pussy along the length of me. “I’m serious, you don’t have to do this.”
“Gage, shut up,” she says and steals any further protest with a kiss.
She grinds on me with more deliberate thrusts. I can’t pry my hands from her hips, not now, not when she’s taking the lead on pushing things further. Tentatively, I move her, pulling her against me in a way that has me seeing stars, and from the way she moans, I think the friction is good for her too.
My orgasm sneaks up on me and hits me with the force of a freight train. I smother my groan against her lips and slow the motion of her hips as my cock twitches and spurts in the confines of the cloth.
“Why did you stop,” she asks with a pout.
“’Cause you milked me dry.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen as she looks between my face and my crotch, and then she smiles with impish glee.
“Did you like making me come like a teenager with no self-control? Do you like knowing how hot you get me?”
She sucks in a breath and bites her lower lip as she nods.
“You are trouble,” I tell her with a playful growl.
Me. Playful. I didn’t see that one coming, but Yellow brings out a side of me I thought died years ago.
She laughs and buries her face in the crook of my neck, peppering the skin there with soft kisses. I hug her closer, more content than I can ever remember feeling. The question of what to do next is the only thing that keeps me from fully losing myself in the moment.
