Page 159 of Green Flag
And then I ignored her. I took off my shoes, socks, shirt, trousers, watching her breaths quicken as she leaned back on her elbows.
Her thighs pressed together.
I went on my phone, starting the vibration inside of her again.
She gulped, nodding in encouragement. But I left her there on level two.
I folded my clothes.
“Luca,” she mewled.
“Yes?” I asked, putting my trousers in the drawer.
“Don’t try and pretend to be unaffected,” she said, dragging the length of her silk dress up her thigh. “I can see how rock solid you are through your boxers.”
Damn my cock.
“Unzip me,” she said, but I tapped my phone twice and she rasped. “Oh.”
Her hair fanned out beneath her as she fell back onto the bed, pulling her dress up with desperate need and tracing the edge of her cotton panties with her ring finger.
She was finding every opportunity to show me my number on her nail.
My cock threatened to strain out of my boxers.
“Luca, please,” she begged.
I leaned against the drawers facing the bed. Without looking away from her, I pressed another button and her hips pushed off from the bed, needing friction on her little clit.
“I’m not touching you,” I told her and upped it again.
A high, choked breath ripped from her throat as she writhed on the bed, hands clutching the pillows above her head, pressing her legs together, mouth open, letting out all of the beautiful, musical sounds that nearly broke my resolve.
“It’s—it’s too much,” she cried. “It’s… oh, fuck. I’m so… I’m soclose.”
My grip on the drawers tightened.
She moaned my name over and over as if she knew the effect it had on me, winding me up and up until I was wound so tight I might break. When her legs finally parted, my breath stopped.
Her white cotton panties were so wet; they were see-through, hugging her folds, begging to be traced by my fingers, to be licked by my tongue. I nearly fell to my knees, ready for worship.
But she was panting, her scream choked and raspy as she came from the little vibrator, her body twisting with the roll of her orgasm.
Her lips were swollen from our kiss and I wanted to devour them and swallow her noise as I pressed into her dripping pussy.
Waiting for her breaths to calm took an age; I nearly broke my fingers against the unit but managed to turn off the vibrator.
“Unzip me,” she said, voice somehow firm despite her ragged breaths.
And I was there, tugging on the zip as she sat up and kissed down my neck, yanking on my boxers, undressing each other as if our lives depended on it.
Her kisses followed along my jaw after I got her dress off, getting closer and closer to my mouth and I wanted to take her lips with mine.
But I was the one who had initiated the kiss at midnight.
And maybe I’d crossed a line.
She reached down to try and pull off her knickers, but I grabbed her hand, dragging her to the end of the bed.
