Page 10 of Single All The Way

I swear on my sister’s life, the very definition of a woman is standing before me.

A face that makes every inch of my body ache, long, sweltering legs, and curvy, fuckable hips.

“You’re good at this,” Kelsey murmurs, drawing my focus back to her face.

Suspicion highlights my tone. “Good at what?”

She joins me near the couch, pushes me back until my ass bends the springy material, then hugs my hips with her knees. “Building a woman’s confidence.”

When she tells me she’s never felt more comfortable around a stranger, I try to pull back on the reins, but before I can, she rotates her hips until her damp panties are exposed, and I can’t concentrate on anything but the thrill of the chase.

“Has anyone ever told you that?”

“It’s been mentioned a handful of times.”

My honesty can’t be helped. With all the blood rushing to the area of my body Kelsey is grinding against, I’m without a single cognitive thought.

“My mother is on her ninth husband, but she’s been in love a dozen times more than that. When she’s smitten, there’s no stopping her. But the lows werelow. I could only get her out of bed after I built her confidence back to what it was before it was broken.”

When my honesty is awarded with a breathless moan, I cup Kelsey’s breast before rolling her peaked nipple between my index finger and thumb, then continue spilling secrets like I’m not paid to keep them. “It worked every time. In under a week, she was back whistling romantic ballads in the kitchen while teaching Casey how to cook. Casey thought I was a magician.”

“I can understand why.” She rubs herself along my shaft a handful of times before murmuring, “I can feel your magic… and it’s still in your pants.”

My breathy chuckle adds to the heat on her cheeks before my lips set her on fire. She burns up everywhere when I kiss her how I was dying to in the cab.

Once I’ve kissed her to the point her lungs must be screaming for air, I lower my lips to her neck before dipping them even lower.

Her head falls back, exposing more of her ravishing neck when I drag my tongue along the delicate skin covering her collarbone.

The beverage spilled on her tastes almost as delicious as the scent that wafts up when her grinds return the flare of her dress to her midsection.

Her panties are so wet they summon an image of her juices dribbling down my face as she rides it to climax.

Fuck…the thought alone makes my cock want to jerk through the stimulation of release even while still in my briefs.

I can’t wait to taste her, to feel her climax on my lips. I want it even more than my cock wants to notch between her pillowy lips, and I can’t wait a second longer.

Kelsey groans in disappointment when I lift her off me by her hips. Its rumble turns into a breathy moan when I mutter, “I want you to sit on my face.”

The vein in her neck flutters out of control. “You want me to do what?”

I don’t answer her question. She heard me. The increase of her seductive scent gives away her proper response.

She’s merely uneased by how horny my demand made her because she thinks it isn’t cultured for women to answer the pleas of their bodies.

I’m determined to show her otherwise.

“I… I…”

I lessen her worry by leaning forward and dragging my nose over her panty-covered slit. A groan unlike anything I’ve heard before rumbles up my chest.

She smells fucking delicious.

When I tell her that, the shake hampering her thighs doubles, but her soar in confidence is the most apparent change.

“Scoot back. If you want me to use your face as a chair, you need to bring your chest down a smidge.”

Only seconds ago, I hated my designer couch. Its rolled top offers little back support. It was purchased solely for its high-end look rather than comfort ratability. However, when Kelsey uses its bench-like top to balance her knees on a second after shimming out of her panties and dragging down the top of her dress, I pledge never to own another couch.

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