Page 21 of Sexploration

“Is it me, or is pasta always better the next day?”

I chuckle, my gaze following the spaghetti strap of her top as it slides off her shoulder. “I think maybe that’s the tequila talking.”

“And... I think you need a bite.” She scoops up another bite, offering it to me with a goofy smile on her face.

I slowly move closer, a predator stalking his prey. Her breaths grow heavier with each step, her blue eyes darkening when my hands grab her bare knees. She spoons the bite into my mouth as it opens, our gazes locked.

This is it, the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. And this time, I’m not going to let it pass me by.

“You know... I still have a win to cash in.” I pry her knees apart and step between them. “And there’s only one thing I want.” My palms slide up her outer thighs to her ass, gripping it. “You.”

“August...” She says my name like a prayer, one I will gladly answer.

“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember.” My lips land on her shoulder, and she moans, the fork clattering as it falls to the floor. “I dreamed about you.” I breathe the words into her skin, making a trail across her collarbone as I continue, kissing and suckling her soft skin between every word. “Fantasized what it would be like to hold you, to touch you, to taste you.” The tip of my nose runs up her neck, inhaling her heavenly scent. The mixture of honeysuckle and peaches is intoxicating. “You’re all I can think about,” I whisper, nibbling at her lobe.

A whimper passes through her plump lips, the last thread of hesitation unraveling as her legs wrap around me. She grabs my face, dragging my lips to hers. The kiss is ravenous, her warm center grinding into me. My dick strains against my sweatpants, desperate to be buried deep inside her, but I fully intend to take my time, to savor every single moment.

She pants with need as I break the kiss, her eyelids drooping from the haze of lust. I slip a finger under the other strap of her top, sliding it off her shoulder as well. Her skin pebbles under my touch, my fingertips playing connect the dots with the freckles peppered across her chest. The pattern leads me to the swell of her breasts, and I tug the thin material of the tank top down the valley between them until they’re free. Her breath hitches as the cool air kisses her bare skin. I palm the heavy globes, my thumbs circling over her pebbled nipples.

Fuck me. Her breasts are perfect—perky and round. Even better than I imagined.

“I want to devour every inch of you, starting here.” I lean in, taking one of her puckered peaks into my mouth, suckling.

“Oh, God,” she cries out, her thighs squeezing my waist.

Her back arches, her body begging for more as I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention. She’s lost in me, all the inhibitions that had been holding her back long gone. But I need to know she wants this as much as I do. That she wants me. I need to hear her say the words.

I plant my hands back on her thighs and lift my head, kissing her quick and hard once more before locking my gaze on hers. “Tell me what you want.”

“What?” she squeaks, her eyes widening.

My hand glides across her leg to her inner thigh, my thumb brushing over her core. She sucks in a breath, the uncertainty behind her stare replaced with lust once more. Her body is so responsive, longing for the attention, begging for that little death. It’s been neglected for far too long.

“Does that feel good, gorgeous?” I ask, my thumb applying a little more pressure as it sweeps through this time.

She nods, her throat bobbing as she swallows. “Yes...”

“You want me to touch you?”

“Please...” Her breathy plea goes straight to my cock, the look of pure desire flaming in those icy blue depths nearly demolishing my resolve.

My hand slides into the waistband of her shorts then under her panties, cupping her, my fingers teasingly grazing over her folds. “Tell me. Say the words.”

“Fuck,” she wheezes, a hint of frustration filtering across her face. “I want you to touch me.”

I bite back a smile, loving the desperation in her voice. My teenage fantasies are literally coming to life right now.

She lets out a ragged breath as my finger dives between her slit, slowly making its way down to the warm pool at her entrance. My cock twitches, ready to sink into those deep waters. But it’s going to have to wait until I’m done worshipping every inch of her body. The way it should be. By the time I’m done, she’s going to be trembling with need, begging me to fuck her.

“You’re so wet,” I tell her, plunging a finger inside her. She plants her hands beside her on the counter and leans back, her hips bucking. “Is this because of me?” I move in and out of her, dragging my soaked finger up to her clit, circling around and around it before plummeting back down again. “Do you want me, gorgeous?”

Her head nods eagerly. “God, yes! I want you so fucking bad, August.”

The confession may have been coerced from her lips, but it still counts. It’s official. I can die a happy man now.

She clenches around me when I push another finger inside her, my thumb working over her pulsating clit. Her head falls back as I pick up the tempo, her skin flushed, her breathing growing heavier, louder. She’s already so close, her starved body desperate for a release.

My free hand palms her tit, kneading it as my thumb rubs back and forth over her hard nipple. I greedily take in the scene before me, watching as she comes undone from my touch, trying to commit every detail to memory. It’s the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen.

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