Page 36 of Smoke

“That’s the only reason?” she asks. We both hold our breath. Me, while I ponder my answer. Her, while she waits for it.

“The only reason,” I clarify. I’m not a liar. It’s something I detest, but on this occasion, I find myself breaking my own rule because I’m not willing to acknowledge any other one.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Smoke

The soft, distant sound of running water breaks through the haziness in my head. When reality hits me, I fling open my eyes and jerk into a sitting position. I had been laid flat out on the bed. Who’s bed? Oh yeah, Tenley’s bed and fuck! I slept deeply, with not one recollection or tormented thought.

The noise is coming from what must be an ensuite bathroom. I can hear water splashing around, suggesting Tenley must be showering.

The bedroom is pretty spacious for an apartment of this size. Light gray carpet and walls look fresh and neutral, but the black and red accents splashed around the room in the form of cushions, bedding and throw, bring a warmth to it. However, the four-foot square abstract artwork in the same colors that is undoubtedly a naked couple fucking ramps up the heat.

It’s as sexy as fuck and that and the thought of a nakedTenley, wet and lathered up at the other side of the flimsy door, is pushing me to the limit.

The sound of the water shutting off does nothing to quench the images in my head. Now of Tenley standing naked, water droplets scattered over her flushed, heated skin from the warmth of the water.

The image in my head is still wild and vibrant when the door opens, and Tenley is right there, and fuck, she’s irresistible.

Long ropes of wet hair fall around her shoulders. Her body obscured by the skimpiest bubble-gum pink towel. Her skin is indeed flushed, every glorious fucking inch of it, and her piercing blue eyes are wide under my perusal. Her juicy lip caught at the side between her dazzling white teeth.

I push up off the bed and take no time before I’m crowding her.

“What?” she gasps, a flash of apprehension plays across her face.

“I lied.” I growl, brushing her wet hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck to me. “It’s not the only reason.” I run my tongue over the pulse point at her throat, pressing firmly, feeling the elevated speed of the beat. Her skin is soft and smooth. I suck the lobe of her ear between my teeth. One quick nip before I crash my mouth to hers. I walk her back into the bathroom, not once breaking the kiss that she eagerly accepts, and when her back hits the vanity unit, I lift her up and sit her on it.

“Smoke,” she gasps out between me devouring her mouth.

“Tell me to stop,” I pant, my forehead resting on hers, our gaze fused together. “Tell me to stop,” I demand, but my tone of voice is screaming out that’s not what I truly want.

Tenley shakes her head seconds before her mouth smashes to mine, giving me the truth that I so desperately need. She wants me, too.

While our mouths devour each other, I tug at the towel wrapped around her and it quickly falls open, baring her to me. I leave her lips, moving back just enough so I can look down at her naked body.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I murmur, cupping her face with my hands. I kiss her again, but this time softer, letting my lips brush over hers. Only the very tip of my tongue sweeping inside her mouth, teasing the tip of hers. While I continue to kiss her, my hands, palms flat against her silky skin, move down her throat, over her chest to her tits. The weight of each breast in my hands, how it fills them, how the flesh moves against my fingers when I knead them is sensational. So much so, that I break the kiss and drop my lips to a nipple and suck the sweet, hard bud fully into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” she hisses and when I raise my eyes to her, I can see that her pretty lips are already swollen from our fevered kissing. Her hands come to the back of my head, fingers slide into my hair, nails digging into my scalp. “Oh, oh, that feels so… mmmm.”

“You should tell me to stop,” I repeat, eager for her to give me a reason to cease doing what I’m doing. It’s the only thing that will provoke me to end my advances.

“Why?” Tenley replies breathlessly, “When all I want is more.”

“Because, if you’re thinking that this is the start of some great romance,” I warn her as I slip my hand between her legs, two fingers breaching her pussy lips, coating them with her wetness, then thrust them deep inside her tight little cunt. I slide them slowly in and out of her before concluding my warning. “You’re so fucking wrong. This is sex, simple as.”

“Fine by me,” she fires back, snapping her fingers around my wrist, forcing my fingers in deeper. “Who needs romance? Now, less talking. Fuck me harder.”

“You’re a fucking dirty girl, aren’t you?” I growl at her unexpected response. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I add another finger and start pumping hard and faster into her, hooking my fingers so I hit the right spot inside. “Because I’m going to ruin you, Tenley, more than you can comprehend.”

Her narrowed eyes meet mine as if I’m talking nothing but shit, still, once I’ve shown her what my fingers, mouth and cock can do, she’s going to want more. And that’s something that ain’t ever going to happen.

I continue to work her. She’s so fucking wet that even the rings on my fingers don’t hinder how fast and precisely I slide in and out. They’re big and bulky and I’m sure that she’s feeling every ridge and raised edge of the solid silver, ornate bands. Which I’m damn sure is enhancing her experience by the way she’s unashamedly riding my hand.

I work her clit with my thumb, rubbing the pad overthe swollen nub. The sight of her as she writhes at the way I’m touching her has me speeding up and increasing the pressure. It only takes a few minutes until her hands are clawing against the skin of my arms. Her pretty blue eyes roll back into her head, legs trembling, crying out a string of inaudible words and moans as her orgasm hits her hard.

“Did you like that, Tenley?” I bring my fingers to my nose and breathe in the heady smell of her sex that lingers on them before sucking them into my mouth so I can get my first taste of her. Her chest heaves with every gasp of air she takes as she tries to catch her breath. “Was that good for you?”

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