Page 65 of Forced Proximity
“That was right around the time that my brother was sentenced to life in prison…and let’s just say, I was not in a good headspace.”
I squeezed her to me, unable to help myself from comforting her.
She didn’t say much more about the subject, and neither did I, but we both sort of tuned into each other at once, desperate to change the direction our brains were headed.
She sat up, putting her hands in my belly for purchase, and looked down at me from where she was sitting still straddling my leg.
I took her in, my gaze going from her messy hair to her creamy thighs, and everything in between.
No longer in scrubs, but a pair of cotton panties and a tank top, she looked somehow better.
There was nothing that was inhibiting me from seeing it all this time, and I loved what I was seeing.
Soft, pillowy thighs. A soft belly. A perfect handful of tits.
Her gray eyes were on fire as she looked down at me.
“Probably, I should go get ready for the day,” she admitted as she hesitantly placed her hand on my chest, right over my heart.
“Probably,” I admitted.
She slowly started to draw circles on my chest with her finger, her hair now falling forward to cover part of her face, the ends tickling my bare chest.
“I can’t say that I always do the smart thing,” she confessed. “But something about this doesn’t really feel wrong.”
She was right.
This didn’t feel wrong at all.
Even with the timing, I still felt like I wanted to crawl into her skin and stay there for the rest of my life.
I curled a few long locks into my hands, then slowly tugged until she understood what I wanted.
She leaned down, her mouth hovering over mine, and I pulled her the rest of the way.
The moment our lips touched, I felt like I’d stuck my finger into an electrical socket.
Alarms started to blare.
Angels wept.
Her mouth parted on a sigh, and I took full advantage, sweeping my tongue in to taste her while I could.
She groaned into my mouth, her thighs moving so that she was straddling my waist now instead of my thigh.
I latched onto her hip with one hand while holding onto her hair with the other, and deepened the kiss. She tilted her head and pressed herself harder against me, a moan leaving her lips when I twisted us so that she was now on bottom.
My hard cock ground into her pussy, and she stiffened, but not in a bad way.
In an “I’m going to come if you keep doing that” kind of way.
Feeling like there were too much fabric between us, I divested us both of our clothes while maintaining the kiss.
She didn’t protest when I finally let go of her hair and allowed my hands to wander a little farther down.
Her breath hitched, and she pulled away when my fingers met her pussy lips.
“Yes?” I asked, praying that she was okay.
