Page 21 of Rise (Symbols of Love 1)

I’m not sure what happened during that call, but she came back and was suddenly more flirtatious. She had two more drinks and while I can tell she has a nice buzz, she seems to be very aware of what she’s doing.

When she went to the bathroom, Louis joked that he was taking Cara home today. I wanted to make the same joke, but Addie’s been so closed off I didn’t even want to say it out loud in order not to jinx it.

Then she stepped out of the bathroom and the look in her eye as she walked toward me spoke volumes. “I need you. Give me what I need,” was clearly readable, and I’m sure my agreement was easily read as well. Something had rattled her and she wanted to forget.

I understand. I have my little brother and nephew waiting for me at home. In the cab, I was so relieved when Addie gave her address instead of asking to come back to my place I couldn’t even speak. I feel bad wanting to know her secrets without being ready to reveal mine. But mine aren’t only about me.

At least, that is what I tell myself to justify moving forward with her without being completely honest.

She sighs as my lips touch that bewitching corner of her mouth and her breath smells like the citrus of the cocktails she has been drinking. I brush my lips across her mouth, just getting the feel of her lips. They are as soft as an overly ripe peach and just as sweet.

I pull back a little to look at her. Her skin is glowing and her cheeks are slightly flushed. I can see the pulse point in her throat beating a rapid staccato and duck my head to place my lips there. She whimpers and brings her hand up to rub my head, caressing my closed cropped hair.

I touch my tongue to her pulse. I am tempted to suck the sensitive skin. I want to mark this woman and make sure she won’t forget me for a while.

I restrain myself and kiss my way back up her neck. That peppermint scent… it slays me. I kiss and lick my way up her jaw and finally get back to her lips. I don’t kiss her yet. Instead I trace the perfect bow of her lips with my tongue.

Before I can finish, her tongue darts out and she touches it to mine. We groan in unison into each other’s mouths and we lose our patience at the same time. Our lips meet and everything falls away.

We aren’t in a cab heading to her place. We are in our own little bubble and nothing is more important than this kiss. As I suck her plump lower lip into my mouth, she pulls my top lip into hers and I know I’ll never get enough of kissing her sweet mouth. I bring my hands to the side of her face, slipping my fingers into her silky curls and tilt her face so I can deepen the kiss.

I start to move my hand down her bare, smooth shoulder and my hands are itching to cup those juicy tits that have been teasing me all day.

But we are interrupted by the loud cough of our cabbie. I open my eyes and we are, I assume, in front of the block of flats where Addie lives.

I pull back and reluctantly end our kiss with a soft swipe on her mouth. Her eyes are still closed and for a second, I just look at those lashes I assumed were fake—they are not—as they fan out on the top of her high, prominent cheekbones.

I shake her slightly and when her eyes open, they are the color of molten gold. I pay the cabbie and open the door. I grab her hand to help her out of the cab. I start to shut the door and hear the cab driver say in very heavily accented English, “All right, young brother, all right.”. I can hear his chuckle even after I’ve closed the door to his cab.

Addie’s already at the front door of her building punching in the code. I walk up behind her and this time I do nothing to hide how much I want her. I press my hard cock into her soft ass and bend my hea

d so my lips graze her ear. “Do you feel that, baby? That’s what you’ve done to me.”

She turns her head and her tongue darts out to lick my lips. “Well, let’s get inside so I can take care of that for you.”

August 31, 2014

I unlock the door to my apartment and Simon practically falls in after me. I start to laugh as I turn around.

“Easy tiger—” The rest of my sentence is swallowed as Simon pushes me back against the wall outside my kitchen and brings his lips down on mine in a way that lets me know he has not come here to talk, laugh, or play.

His tongue traces my lips before it plunges inside my mouth and then it’s like a battle. Our tongues clash and suck and lick and fuck. I feel his hands run down my back and grasp my ass as he pulls me to him. I can feel his hard as stone cock pressing into my stomach and holy shit, my already soaked panties get even wetter as I relish what he will feel like inside of me.

“You like that, Addie?”

And then his hands are moving. His finger snake between my legs and he rubs the swollen lips of my pussy with his fingers as he looks up at me. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Is that all for me, Addie? Is your pussy hungry, baby?”

Holy shit. His dirty mouth is everything. I love it. Before I can answer, his mouth is back on mine. While his finger continues to rub my pussy, his tongue fucks my mouth and my senses…they simply scatter.

I bring my hands up to grasp both sides of his neck and I am holding on for dear life because I know if I let go, I will evaporate. I am burning with need; I’m helpless to do anything but surrender to Simon as he feasts on me.

Suddenly, his fingers are gone from my pussy and are back under my ass. He lifts me and puts me on the counter that runs along the side of my kitchen. My legs fall open and his mouth is back on mine as he steps between them. His hands go to the thin straps of my romper and pulls one down roughly to reveal my strapless, barely-there lace bra.

He makes a sound I can only describe as a growl and his teeth clamp down on my nipples through my bra. He bites down without any pretense at tenderness. I yelp at the pain, and his teeth are replaced by tongue and lips. He pulls my bra down and without missing a beat, draws my swollen, sensitive nipple deep into his mouth.

His hand goes around my back and undoes my bra strap without me even realizing. Then his mouth moves to my newly exposed nipple and he bites that one too. Holy shit, it hurts, but at the end of the pain is a frisson of pleasure so sharp, I think I could come from it alone. Suddenly, his teeth are gone, his mouth and tongue replacing it. He sucks and licks my nipple, while his fingers roll and pull the other one in rhythm with his sucking.

Without any warning, Simon’s mouth is gone and I start to protest, but then he’s thrown me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.

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