Page 95 of Kiss Me, Maybe

“Shit.” I pull myself off her lap. “I’m late to my own party.”

Realization morphs the dazed expression from her face. I check the time. I’m about half an hour late.What’s another half hour?the dark part of my brain asks. The part that wants very much to stay with Krystal, in this bubble of bliss we’ve created for ourselves.

“We should probably go,” Krystal says, but she makes no move to leave. When I climb back into her lap instead ofgetting out of the car, she pulls me in with an arm wrapped around my lower back. Both hands cup her face as I crush her mouth to mine. Our movements are fervent this time, rushed.

She tugs on my undershirt to pull me closer, the damp fabric easily giving way beneath her touch. I let my hands explore, too, from the curve of her neck to the straps of her halter top, fingers dipping beneath the fabric. Her breathing turns erratic when our skin makes contact from one little touch of her collarbone.

She lets out a helpless gasp as my hands roam lower, underneath her top, and lord if I’ll get over the little sounds she makes. She bites down on her lip as my fingers trail the lace edge of her bralette. At her enthusiastic response, I gather the hem of her top in my fingers.

“Lift your arms for me.” She does, and the top is off her body in one fluid motion. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Her chest is pushed out, dark nipples visible through the sheer lace of her bra. When she reaches behind her back to unclasp it, the sight of her bare beneath me is more than I can take. I crush my lips to hers, hands already moving over her, cupping her breasts in my hands. She moans in my mouth as my fingers flick her nipples, working them with my fingers until she starts writhing beneath me.

“We don’t have time for this, do we?” she asks, temporarily breaking the spell. Only, I’m in no mood to dispel the moment.

“Sure we do.” An intake of breath as I unzip her shorts. They’re practically plastered to her skin from the rain. “We at least have time to figure out if I’m any good at this.”

She laughs softly, her hand curling around the back of my head as my hand slides down her body. I look into her face,gauging her permission. Her head nods so fast, I’d laugh if I wasn’t breathing so hard. My hand dips inside her panties, where she’s already wet for me. A moan in the shape of my name leaves her lips, the sound almost unintelligible.

“Help me get these off you.” She lifts her hips and I pull off her shorts and panties in one sweep. I used to think when this moment came, I’d be more intimidated than I am. I’ve given Krystal pleasure with verbal instructions and the help of a suction toy, but will I be able to please her without battery-powered assistance? Rather than shy away from the task, I’m more determined than ever to see this through. To have her writhing on my hand and calling out my name, because she just can’t help herself. Because I’mthatgood.

Which is why when I return to her lap, I’m savoring this moment with gentle strokes, building her up in a slow burn that has her squirming for more, circling her clit with the patience Krystal makes clear in no uncertain terms she doesn’t have.

“Angel,please,” she moans, rocking her hips into my hand. I’m not hesitant with her this time. I use the upper hand this position on top of her gives me. With my other hand, I pin down her thigh to stop her from wriggling away, reveling in the frustrated cry she emits in my ear. Then I press against her a little harder, a little faster.

I know she’s close when her body tenses. I work her clit in tight circles with two fingers. Finally, she lets go with a moan, her legs shaking so hard, she’s in danger of launching me off the seat. Her breathing slows, body splayed out languidly as she comes down from her orgasm.

“Oh my god.” The words come out as a sigh. “That was…”

Words elude her. She’s far from alone in that.

“Yeah,” I finish dumbly. “For me too. And I’m not even done yet.”

“What—” She cuts herself off when my knees hit the floor of the car. A gasp chokes at the back of her throat when my arms hook beneath her thighs to pull her forward until she’s sitting at the edge of the seat. “Angel, what are you doing down there?”

“I want to be good at this,” I say as I open her up with two careful fingers, exposing her to me. “When you did this to me for the first time,fuck, Krystal. You have no idea how much I loved it. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

“Oh, Angel.” She sighs as I leave a trail of kisses up her inner thighs. “I have no doubt that you’ll be very good at this. But if it makes you feel better, I can guide you.”

“Deal,” I tell her as an idea sparks. “I wore a tie today.”

“Uh, what?” Her brows furrow as I pull a navy-blue tie from my pocket. When I tell her to hold out her wrists for me, her eyes sparkle with intrigue.

“I was wearing this at the bar,” I explain as I bind her wrists together, careful to make it snug enough without hurting her. “But I took it off when it got too uncomfortable from running around all day. Okay, good,” I say after ensuring the knot isn’t too tight or too loose. “Place your hands behind the headrest for me.”

“Fuck, Angel.” She does as I say, nearly panting. She’s even wetter when I return to her pussy. “You’re not living up to your nickname today, are you?”

“Would you be this wet if I were?”

A scream leaves her throat at my first taste of her. If we were somewhere a little more private without a ticking clock above our heads and this wasn’t my first time eating her out, I’d probably tease her more. Take my time, savor the taste of her. Instead, I zero in on her clit, focused on wringing out as much of her pleasure as possible.

“Fuck, right there, Angel.”

I alternate between long, sweeping licks and sucking her clit directly into my mouth. Right as she tenses, I replace my mouth with two fingers to keep her open as I glance up at her, and fuck if she isn’t the prettiest sight. Her arms are fighting against the silk tie restraining her, eyes shut tight as her body squirms and writhes for an orgasm so close, yet so far from reach.

I meant what I said about not teasing her, so once I’m done enjoying the view, I return to sucking her clit until she’s crying out around me. When her legs stop shaking, I climb back onto the seat beside her. Her lashes flutter as her eyes finally open, the picture of sated bliss. I kiss her sweaty forehead, and she smiles up at me. Then she straightens suddenly. “We should—”

“Oh shit.” I nod. “Let’s go, before we’re tempted to go for round two.”

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