Page 232 of Skate the Line

Andthere.

Unable to resist, I push my fingers into her.

So hot.

My body tightens with need and hers moves with pleasure.

“Don’t stop, baby.” I warn.

The pottery wheel slows at first but then it picks back up in speed and she moves her fingers again.

“Show me what you want,” I pull my fingers out before putting them back in again. I’m taking all my cues from her.

“You want it slow?” I nip her neck with my teeth.

Those perfect, talented fingers of hers are slow and gradual as they caress the inside of the clay vase. They dip further and I push into her even more, keeping my movements as slow as can be.

Brown waves brush the front of my shirt when she throws her head back with pleasure.

“I love seeing you like this,” I whisper. “All twisted with pleasure.”

I grab her chin with my free hand, still covered in wet clay and bring her mouth to mine. My tongue plunges past her lips and I catch her moan. A tight grunt of need creeps up from my chest and I suddenly stop caring about her fingers moving against the smooth clay. I finger fuck her, hitting the spot that I know sends her into a frenzy.

The pottery wheel stops making the whirring noise and suddenly, Sunny is turning around in her stool and pressing herself against me. My hands fumble with the knot of her apron and I quickly untie it. It falls to the ground in between us.

She moves instantly, pulling her shirt off and freeing her breasts from her bra. They spring into my face and as soon as I put one nipple into my mouth, she whimpers quietly.

I lean backwardsand catch her eye. “The house is empty, which means you don’t have to hold back.”

The devilish twinkle in her eye makes me pause.

She stands up and shimmies her leggings to the floor, leaving her completely naked in front of me. Besides the clay on her hands and arms, and the little bit on her face from when I gripped her, she’s bare.

I am so hungry for her.

It doesn’t take me long to shed my clothes.

I sit down on the stool and grab onto her hips. “Come here.”

She comes willingly with a blush on her cheeks. I sit and stare up at her with my fingers grazing the skin on her belly. “Sit.”

Sunny positions herself over me and grabs onto my shoulders. They’re cool from the wet clay and I love that she’s getting me messy just like she is.

I grip my cock with my clean hand and hold myself still, letting her slowly glide onto it.

My head falls backwards. “Fuck.”

We both breathe a sigh of relief when she’s fully seated.

Her forehead falls to mine and we’re trapped in a halo of her hair. When her white teeth sink into her bottom lip, it digs right into my core.

“Fuck me, Sunshine. And let me hear you scream my name.”

I flex my hips and go deep. Her mouth opens with a gasp and my lip lifts. Her eyes narrow, like she took my smirk as some type of challenge.

I’m not going to correct her and tell her I was smiling because I love being buried deep inside of her. Instead, I’m going to let her prove something to me.

“Ah fuck,” I mutter.

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