Page 56 of Loving the Sinner
“Yes, babe. The sexiest man I’ve ever seen.” Another drugging kiss. “Well maybe the second sexiest. Have youseenSebastian Stan?”
I narrow my eyes at her, and start tickling her sides. She squeals, trying to fight back, but I pin her to the couch and continue while she giggles. “Take it back!” I say as I continue my onslaught of tickles.
“Fine! Uncle! You’re way hotter than Sebatian Stan.” She says breathily. Her cheeks are flushed from laughing, and now I have her pinned beneath me.
I lean down, centimeters from her lips and say “I’m not a self-conscious man, baby, but I do want to be the only man on your mind. Especially when I have you pinned beneath me.”
“You’re the only man on my mind all the time, Wes.”
“Good. You’re the only woman on mine, Elli.” I drop my body so my dick is level with her clothing covered pussy, and roll my hips the tiniest little bit. Her eyes widen as her breath hitches. I see the desire in her eyes and I so badly want to rip off these cute little shorts and absolutely devour her. I want to make her see stars. I want to claim her.
But I won’t today. Not until I’m certain she’s ready.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Has anyone ever made you come, Elli?”
She shakes her head. “Just me. And my vibrator.”
Well fuck me, that’s hot.
“Can I touch you, baby?” I ask, skimming my hands down her sides, staying clear of her glorious tits just in case she’s not ready for that.
She nods, sits up, and takes off her cute tank top, revealing a white lace bra that barely conceals her pert, rosy nipples. I wasn’t expecting that, so I just stare at her dumb struck.
She’s so fucking beautiful, maybe I do believe in a God. Only an all-powerful being could create something so heavenly, so gorgeous, that I want to fall to my knees and worship her.
I must have been staring too long because she starts to put her shirt back on. “Don’t.” I say in a husky whisper. I look into her eyes, “Don’t cover yourself back up, please. You’re stunning, Elli.”
The blush I love so much trails all the way down her chest. “You can touch me, Wes. I want you to touch me.” She whispers.
I trace the cups of the bra over the swell of her breast, the skin smooth as silk, before I follow the trail of a lace flower around her budding nipple. She hisses, arching her chest into my touch so I continue, gently circling it with my pointer finger before taking it between my thumb and pointer finger and giving it a light pinch.
Elli’s answering moan is the sweetest music I’ve ever heard in my life. I want to record it, play it on a loop all day every day.
I sit her up so I can remove her bra fully, and when her breasts fall free, I nearly come in my pants. Sure, I saw a glimpse of how delicious they were when I helped her out of that contraption shirt, but I tried to keep my eyes averted for her modesty.
Now? I’m ravenous. They’re the perfect handful, the perfect weight to squeeze in my palm. I bring my mouth down to her right nipple and circle the bud with my tongue, and her hands find the back of my head. I squeeze her left tit while I lick and suck on her right one, pulling more and more moans from her that are trying to make me feral.
“Wes, I want more. Please.” She begs.
I switch to sucking and nibbling her left nipple while playing with her right with my fingers, and roll my hips so my cock rubs against her pussy. Even though we’re both still clothed down there, I can feel the heat radiating from her.
I pop off her nipple to look up at her. “Where’s your vibrator, Elli?”
“It’s in my nightstand drawer…” She looks confused, but I stand and dart to her bedroom.
I grab the pink rabbit from her drawer, and stalk back into the living room, my eyes glued to my girl and the way she’s sprawled on the couch, still half dressed.
I kneel in front of her and snap the band of her shorts. “Can I take these off too?”
At her nod, I gently slide them down her legs, discarding the linen shorts somewhere across the floor. It leaves her in a lace thong that matches the lace of her bra, and I look up at her with a smug grin.
“Elli, Elli, Elli. Were you hoping I’d take off your clothes and see you in this sexy as hell set?”
“Yes.” She says shyly, and I watch the blush I love so much spread down her neck.
“Hmm. And were you hoping I’d take off this flimsy little thong and take a look at this pretty pink pussy?”
