Page 53 of Kiss Away Your Pain (Wounded Hearts 2)

“No.” She breathes. “I don’t think I do.”

Grabbing her waist with both hands, I tilt up into her. She sucks in a sharp breath. I kiss her, long and deep, then break the kiss. Her eyes oscillate between mine. Moving my hand to her breast, I circle her nipple with my middle finger on the silky fabric of her top. Her back arches as her nipple tightens and she whimpers. Circling slowly, over and over, I watch her body respond. As she tilts back her head and pulls at my pocket, I drink in her sounds.

Moving to the other nipple, I watch her responses heighten as she pulls hard on my neck, her eyes opening and closing, her tongue licking her lips. Taking my other hand, I slide it between her legs, not too high. Her eyes fly open.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” I say, despite my desperate need for more.

Her eyes dart back and forth frantically between mine.

I inch my hand higher. “I’ll stop when you tell me to.”

She licks her lips, her breaths hard and heavy as her chest moves out and in.

I inch higher. She tips her pelvis forward.

One more inch. “Tell me to stop.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t stop,” she whispers, pulling my forehead to hers, moving her pelvis back and then forward to meet my fingers.

Still paying attention to her nipple, I slide my fingers across the wet fabric of her panties. “You’re so wet.” Using a light touch, I continue teasing her with my fingers, never dipping beneath her soaked panties.

She gyrates her pelvis back and forth against my fingers, tugging at my neck, pulling at my pocket, whimpering. Then she opens her legs a little wider. I move the fabric of her panties and slide my fingers into her.Jesus, she’s tight.She gasps. The sound rattles through me. I’m so turned on I can hardly breathe.

Gliding my fingers in and out, I kiss her, cupping her breast in my other hand and matching the probe of my tongue with the insertion of my fingers. She rocks her pelvis to my rhythm. When I rub my thumb into her nub, she breaks our kiss, looking at me with wild eyes. I rub harder, moving my fingers inside her. Her moans drive my desire, quaking the earth beneath us, vibrating up my legs.

Working her with my fingers, I move the fabric of her top across her nipple, exposing her magnificent breast. As I lift it, taking her nipple into my mouth, I lengthen the stroke of my fingers to include her nub. I suck her nipple and she arches her back, moaning quietly. Keeping my strokes long between her wet folds and rubbing her nub at the end, I increase my speed with each stroke.

She’s panting and I’m loving her sounds, her movements. When her breaths become rapid, I focus my fingers fully on her nub, working her, rubbing faster and faster, her whimpers filling my ears. She yanks my neck as her legs slam shut around my hand, trembling. Her head hurls back against the car and she throws her hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her sounds. The muscles of her inner thighs squeeze my hand like a vice as she curls her body and head into me, breathing heavily. She drapes her arm around my neck like she’s trying to hold her body up from collapsing.

When her thighs relax, I withdraw my hand and cover her breast with her top. She lifts her head, looking into my eyes, hers blazing with pleasure.

“Yeah, I wish I was taking you home tonight,” I say, sticking my fingers in my mouth, tasting her. Greed grapples inside me.

Taking her face in my hand, I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Come on. Let’s get you home,” I say, then kiss her forehead.

“Okay. Good night.”

She adjusts herself and we get in our cars and drive home. Trying to deflate my dick as I drive, I follow her to her condo and park out front, putting on my hazard lights.

When I walk up behind her at her door, she startles. “I thought you were going home.”

“I am. After I make sure you’re in.” I lean in and kiss her. “Good night.”

She unlocks her door and goes inside, smiling and peering at me as she closes it. When I hear the lock click, I go back to my car.

Holy fuck does she turn me on. I’m going to need to jack off when I get home. I can’t fucking take it anymore.

Business taken care of; I get into bed. My phone chimes.

Candi:Tonight was wild. I’ve never done anything like that. Never felt anything like that.

Me:No?

Candi:No.

Me:How’s that possible?

Candi:I’ve just never been with anyone so attentive.

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