Page 75 of A Little Twist

Once we’re inside, I place her on her feet and lock the door. Her back is to the wall like the first time, and her beautiful breasts, bare beneath her thin dress, rise and fall with her pants.

I think of that first night, the intensity. The pent up desire from wanting her for so long and finally being able to take her. This time is different. This time we know each other, and we know what we want.

Walking past her, I reach behind my head and pull off my T-shirt, then I unfasten my jeans, shoving them to the floor and stepping out before sitting on the bed.

My erection strains against my boxer briefs, and I watch her, not moving as her blue eyes devour me. She’s not shy anymore. Now the hunger in her eyes mirrors mine, and it turns me the fuck on.

“Come to me.” It’s a low order, and what she does next makes me smile.

She pushes off the wall, sliding her hands under the straps of her dress, slipping them off her shoulders and letting the garment fall to the floor. My breath hisses as I admire her body, naked except for a thin scrap of underwear.

Dropping to her hands and knees, she crawls to where I’m sitting, making my dick harder with every move. When she reaches me, she glides her hands up my thighs, catching the waistband of my shorts and pulling. I lift my hips, allowing her to remove them.

The minute they hit the floor, her mouth is on my cock. She licks all over the tip before sucking it into her mouth. My ass clenches, and I lean back as pleasure snakes up my thighs.

“Fuck,” I groan deeply, and her hand slides over my wrist.

Lifting my hand, she puts it on the back of her head as she deep-throats my dick. My hips lift off the bed, and I groan louder. She comes up, meeting my eyes and focusing on the tip, and I’m losing my ability to see.

My hand is in her hair, not forcing her head, and I’m completely at her mercy. Whatever she wants from me, I’ll give her. She goes down again, and my mind blanks. My hand is on her shoulder, and my head drops back as indescribable pleasure rockets through my hips.

I thrust involuntarily, ragged groans tearing through my chest. She moves faster, and I can’t hold back anymore.

“I’m coming…” I gasp, and she slides her hands to my ass, lowering her mouth all the way as my cock begins to pulse.

Gripping the side of her hair, I hold on as I come, as she holds my body, taking it all down her throat. When my vision finally returns, she moves her lips to my inner thigh, and the sensation makes me jump.

“Fuck, Cass.” I cup her cheek. “You’ll make me come again.”

A little laugh huffs from her lips, and she kisses my lower belly, tracing a line over the muscles in my hips.

“I love this line. What’s it called?” It’s a sultry question.

“I have no idea. You blew my mind.”

Another little laugh, and she continues kissing my skin, tracing her lips higher as I lie back on the bed. When she reaches the center of my chest, I catch her by the arms and roll her onto her back.

Her eyes are shining and warm, and her cheeks are flushed. She smiles, and her full lips are red and swollen from sucking my cock. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Sliding my hand over the top of her head, I lean down to kiss her gently, pulling those full lips with mine. Tracing my lips down, I cup her breast, sliding my tongue over the hardening nipple as a sigh slips from her throat.

“I dreamed of this body all through high school.” Kissing my way across her chest, I repeat the movements, licking and pulling her nipple with my teeth. “These perfect tits.”

Her hands thread in the sides of my hair, and a laugh ripples through her chest. “Why were you dreaming of this body?”

Lifting my head, I meet her eyes. “Your first is always special.”

“Hmm, not always.” Her eyes slide away from mine, and I don’t like the sound of that.

I’m surprised by my desire to beat the crap out of any man who didn’t treat her with the respect, the reverence she deserves.

“In what way was it not special?” My tone reflects my irritation, and her eyebrows rise.

She rolls onto her side facing me, and a little smile curls her lips. “You’re the first time I haven’t faked an orgasm. At least once.” Shaking her head, she looks down at her hand resting on the duvet. “Usually more than once.”

Reaching out, I slide my hand from her shoulder, down to the curve of her waist, and over her hip. “It’s not hard to learn to please a woman. The info is out there.”

“Too bad most men don’t share your attitude. Or at least not your interest.”

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