Page 61 of Just for Fun
Feeling like I am on a mission, I start walking her backwards, with the final destination being my bedroom. With each step we take, I place another kiss on her lips. Every time it wants to turn steamier and stop our progress in reaching my bed, I pull back and stare into her eyes.
“You’re all I want.”
She sinks her lips into her bottom lip, and I let out a long groan of need.
“I can’t wait to do exactly that to your lips,” I promise. “I will devour every inch of your perfect skin…”
Zara’s face is now on fire. “You don’t know that,” she whispers.
“Know what?” I give her another open mouthed kiss, completely lost in the flavor that is so uniquely her.
“That my skin is perfect,” she explains when I stop kissing her and continue walking.
By now, we are in front of the door to my bedroom. Since the cleaning lady left it open while I was out, all we have to do is enter. I rotate us so that I am the one walking backward now. The moment I feel the frame of the bed behind me, I stop.
“Kyle…”
Zara sighs as I let go of her mouth and run my lips down her face, pressing kisses on the delicate column of her neck. When I reach the soft spot where it meets the shoulder, I suck hard. Zara’s hands clench into my shirt, holding me firmly close to her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I mumble as I asses the damage. The mark I left behind turns me on even more.
I take a small step back without actually disconnecting our bodies. I blindly reach for her hand, applying a bit of pressure on it when she won’t let go of my shirt. When she finally does, I slowly drag it down my body until we reach the section right under my waist. I am hard enough to pound concrete, and if I don’t feel her wrapped around my cock anytime soon, I will lose my mind.
“You want this…” I groan around another kiss.
She doesn’t answer quickly enough, and I freeze, with one hand in her hair and the other pressing her hand over my very hard cock that’s still covered in clothing.
“I do want this.”
Her words are the ultimate aphrodisiac. I can feel myself growing more against the palm of her hand, something I didn’t think was possible.
The time for thinking has come and gone. I am now functioning on instinct only. I take my hand off hers, daring her without words to remove it as well. But she doesn’t. In fact, sheflexes her fingers around my very obvious erection and squeezes. At first, I barely feel it. But then, she gets braver, and she squeezes harder.
“Fuck!” The word is ripped from my soul. I drop my head back and close my eyes, enjoying every second of it.
Once I am able to focus, I take in her outfit, already figuring out the fastest way to remove it from her luscious body. I have no doubt that what’s waiting for me underneath was surely worth the wait.
I know that I just met her, and there was no actual waiting involved, but, to me, in this moment, it feels like an eternity. And I can’t take anymore of this.
“Take off my shirt.”
My voice comes out like I just swallowed glass. I am grateful when Zara doesn’t question me, though. Instead, she follows my direction. For a split second, I regret having told her that because it means she has to let go of my cock. But since I plan on her touching a lot of it for the rest of the night, I can deal with it.
Zara’s hands are shaking when she messes with the bottom of my shirt. It feels like forever when she starts pushing it higher up my torso, taking her time with every each she uncovers. She seems particularly fascinated by the definition in my stomach, tracing the lines until I think I am about to lose my mind.
When she reaches my shoulders, I have to lower my knees a bit so she can pull it over my head, stealing another scorching kiss once the shirt is out of the way.
Her hands feel like they are burning holes into my skin when she touches me again. I want to see the print of her fingers tattooed over my ribs. That way I will never forget that she was mine, even if for a very brief period.
I drop down to the mattress, which puts my face at the same level as her breasts. The shirt she’s wearing is silky to the touch, making me worry for a second that I will damage it if I pull onit too hard. Based on what I know of her so far, I don’t think she would appreciate me destroying anything that belongs to her.
“I can’t wait to see all of you,” I whisper, giving her a wink for good measure.
Zara fidgets with the waistband of the dress pants she’s wearing. I am convinced that she is seconds away from backing out of this. Prepared to beg, my heart stops in my chest when she pulls the blouse over her head, then lets it fall to the floor.
I can’t hear anything over all the blood that’s rushed to my head. Actually, not all of it because it feels like the circulation has been cut in my cock. If I don’t remove my jeans in the next five seconds, nothing good will come out of this.
Completely unaware of the tumultuous thoughts inside my head, Zara unzips her pants, and they drop past her hips. She slides out of her very sensible looking shoes, which she pushes to the side with her foot, then removes her pants all the way.
