Page 45 of Latte Girl
“It’s like Ican’t...”
“Can’t what?” he asks againstmyskin.
“I can’tthink.”
He reaches for the button of my jeans. “Sodon’t.”
After sliding my pants down past my hips, he goes back to kissing my stomach. I feel the slight stubble on his face scrape against my hip bone as his mouth meets the band of my underwear. He reaches behind me and cups my ass with one of hishands.
“These are sexy,” he says, snapping the elastic of my blackpanties.
Without warning, he kisses the fabric between my legs. My head thumps against the glass as I let out a cry ofsurprise.
When I look back down at Jordan, he’s wearing a self-satisfied grin. Seeing his lips pulled up into that crooked smile and so close to being buried between my legs sends a shiver through my whole body. He lets my t-shirt fall back over my stomach, and with one hand still digging into my ass, slowly runs a finger along the length of me, teasing me over mypanties.
“Fuck,” I hear him hiss. “You’re soaked rightthrough.”
I’m doing my best not to dissolve into a whimpering mess. No one has ever taken their time like this with me before. The anticipation is equal parts electrifying andagonizing.
His eyes meet mineagain.
“What do you want, Hailey?” he asks. “Tell me whatyouneed.”
My answer is partially due to the fact that I need to feel the weight of him on top of me right now, and also because my legs feel like they’re in danger of giving outunderneathme.
“Take me to bed,” Iwhisper.
He stands up and scoops me into his arms, my jeans still clinging to my thighs. Setting me down on the mattress, he strips them all the way off and then parts my legs. He starts to tease me again and my body thrusts itself against his touch, needing morepressure.
He pushes down right over top of my clit and I can’t take it anymore. I sit up and throw my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me as I fall back against the bed. His mouth finds mine as I wrap my legs around his body, drawing himcloser.
I decide that the rest of our clothes needtogo.
Now.
I shift underneath him until he rolls onto his back, with me straddling his body. I start to tug up the bottom of his shirt and he gets the idea, leaning forward to pull it off as I lift my own shirt over my head. He lies back down and looks up at me, gripping my thighs in hishands.
“You’re so fuckinggorgeous.”
The way he stares at me makes mebelieveit.
“Come here,” he says, taking hold of my wrists and pulling mecloser.
He reaches to undo my bra and I pull the straps off my arms, tossing it aside as I lower myself until our chests are pressed together. A rush fills me as the heat of our bare bodiescollides.
I kiss down his neck and start working my way even lower, needing to taste him as much as I need to touch him right now. I lick him between kisses, and his skin is hot and salty under my tongue. Sliding off the bed and onto my knees, I trail my lips along his hip bones and then the V lines that curve down into hisjeans.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this bold before. I undo his belt, then slide his jeans down far enough that I can see the outline of his cock straining against a dark pair of tight boxers. Slowly, I lean forwards and kiss him just over top of their waistband, imitating exactly what he didtome.
“These are sexy,” I say in a huskyvoice.
I hear him laugh, the sound edged with tense desire. I lower my lips to his cock, trailing kisses along it over the fabric. He twitches underneath me, letting out agroan.
“You’re not the only one who knows how totease.”
He swears, reaching down to wrap his hand inmyhair.
Thank you, inner temptress, I think.I will never doubt youagain.
