Page 115 of Selfie

We laugh together, but the lighthearted moment is quickly taken over by myneedto touch her, now. I slide my hand up her warm skin, underneath the short sleeve of her top. I loop my finger underneath her bra strap, and her breathing immediately shallows. She grows tense and rigid against my touch. “This okay?” I ask as I peel the strap down slowly, giving her ample time to protest.

Instead, she nods shyly. It’s not a matter of what she wants. She might be more anxious about how we’ll get there. Nerves are apparent from her tense expression and ragged inhales. I trade her bra strap for her hand. After guiding it to my lips, I peck each of her fingers with sweet kisses. As much as I want to fuck her raw,hard, and unleash the months of frustration, I want to show her intimacy too. A little of what I need. A little of what she needs. We can meet in the middle. “Are you ready now?” I ask.

“For what?” Her eyes are transfixed where my lips meet her fingertips.

“A truce. No more games. No more lies. Just us giving this an actual try.”

Her shoulders loosen like all the tension has fled her body. A soft smile touches her lips. “You’re going to finally start being nice to me?”

“I didn’t say that. I still plan on punishing you for teasing me with that picture.” I mean to sound playful, but my cock twitches at the idea of bending Spencer over my desk and lightlypunishing her bare ass. “You still have no clue what you do to me, do you?”

“I think I mostly infuriate you.”

An unintentional laugh breaks free from my lips. In a way, she’s right. It’s so infuriating to lust for what you can’t have. Tonight, that changes. I lean in close, breathing in her warmth. “How’d we get here?”

“Where?”

I stare at her plump, pink mouth that’s just begging for my tongue. “With me needing your lips more than I need my next breath.”

I smash my mouth on hers, a little more aggressively than I intended for our first kiss. I’ve tasted her before, but not like this, with her lips eagerly latching to me. She moans into my mouth as I weave my fingers in her hair.

I suck on her lips, feeling them swell from my passionate kiss, but it’s not enough. I immediately need more. Bunching my fist in her hair I guide her head backward so she’s presenting her neck. I kiss the tender, hollow space just above her collarbone. Her pulse thrums against my lips. My cock is unhinged, punching against my zipper, demanding to be freed. I know how this is going to go. I’m not anticipating a marathon even if I practice my best restraint.Three years.She’ll have to forgive me if the first time I feel her, I’m overwhelmed. The least I can do is ensure she comes first.

“Stand up and drop your panties.” I kick back my chair as I rise. I give her plenty of room to stand, but she doesn’t. Scooping under her elbows, I pull her up until she’s on her bare feet, her toes polished in light pink. I tug free the tie on her pajama shorts and look at her expectantly. She still doesn’t move. “Going to make me do all the work, hmm?” I hastily slide down her shorts and underwear. Before I can glimpse her, she covers herself with two hands.

“I didn’t realize I’d be seeing you tonight,” she whispers sorrowfully.

I peel her hands away and replace them with mine. I cup her sex protectively, not allowing her to hide. With my ring finger, I stroke against her crease glistening with her slick arousal. She whimpers and leans forward, her forehead resting against my chest.

I tease her entrance, swirling my finger around her opening, tapping playfully against that door. “Aren’t you glad I’m here?”

“Yes, but…I’m a little prickly. Can you give me a minute to run inside and freshen up?”

“I cannot.” I drop to my knees, unbothered by the hard cement pressing against my kneecaps. Preemptively securing her wrists in both my hands, I graze my lips back and forth against her mound, just a few inches above her clit. “Does it look like a little stubble bothers me? Be bare, be hairy, I love it all, baby. Just let me taste you.”

Hands clamped tightly around her hips, I guide her backward until the back of her knees hit the chair, causing her to fall into a seated position. I swivel her legs around so she can lean comfortably against the back of the chair.

“Put your heel right here.” I tap one edge of the chair before settling between her thighs. “Good girl.” I tap again, on the other side. “Now your other foot, right here.”

She throws her arms over her face, burying her eyes in the crook of her elbow. “Like this?”

“Almost.Relax. You look so beautiful. Fuck, your pussy is perfection. I need to see all of you. Let your knees fall to the side.”

“Your dirty talk sounds an awful lot like instructions at the gynecologist.”

Reaching up, I pop her lips with one finger. “Keep running your mouth and I’m going to fill it. Understand?”

I was only teasing, but her lips part and she sucks in a short breath. Her eyelids flutter as she bites down on her bottom lip. “Okay.”

“Do you like when I’m harsh with you? Is that your kink?”

She shrugs. “I’m not really sure what I like.”

“I hate to ruin the mood,” I say, raking the inside of her bare thigh lightly with the backs of my nails. “But what did your ex do for you?”

“What he liked,” she answers. “He’d mostly just?—”

“No. Stop. I don’t give a fuck what he liked. If he wasn’t serving your needs, he’s useless in this conversation. Forget him. I’m here now.”

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