Page 64 of Single-Minded
“Hold that thought,” I said, dipping my hand into my pants pocket for my keys. I held them up and headed for the door.
I took long strides out to the public room, fumbled the key with shaking hands, and managed to shove it in the hole and lock the door.
When I returned to the kitchen, Presley leaned against the table with not a stitch of clothing on her gorgeous body.
“Jesus, Pres.” I froze for a second in the doorway, drinking in all that perfection, then moved toward her.
I lifted her to the table and laid her back on it, leaning over her to feast on her perky tits. As I laved my tongue over her and teased her nipple, she wound her legs around my waist and rubbed her soft core against my rock-hard dick, still covered by my pants. I was dying to strip down and thrust inside of her, but I wanted this to last more than three minutes.
Still standing, supporting my weight with one hand on the table, I used the other—along with my mouth—to drive her wild. Her gasps and sighs and pleas were the sexiest guide to what she loved most—a combination of tongue and teeth. I worshipped one nipple then the other, then stretched over her to her mouth. She arched up to me hungrily, grasped my head, and kissed me till I forgot my name.
Someday I’d like to kiss her for hours, as if it was its own sport, but not when she was bare naked and begging me, her legs hooked tightly around my ass as she ground her hot center against me. I was a mere mortal, unable to resist her for much longer.
“West,” she cried, pulling our mouths apart. “Why do you still have your pants on?”
I grinned into her, kissed her some more, loving how hot and needy she was, not confessing to how ready to come apart I was myself.
“Not done playing yet,” I eventually managed, then suckled her tit into my mouth again, drawing out another gasp. Taking my time, I swirled my tongue around her, scraped my teeth over her tip.
“Please,” she said on a pant. “Need you.”
I uncrossed her legs from behind me, braced her feet on the edge of the table, and drew my finger over her slick folds. She arched upward, seeking out my finger, so I buried it in her, then added another. Presley bucked her hips, gripping both my shoulders and taking what she needed.
I watched her come apart around my fingers, looking like a fucking goddess. I groaned, my own need pounding harder at the sight I’d carry with me till the day I died. Eventually her body went lax, so I kissed her, nipping at her lips, then dipping my tongue into her mouth. The kiss was slow and molten as Presley curled one leg around my thigh until her foot rested on the back of it.
“Once again,” she said between kisses, “you’re still dressed.”
“Did it to yourself this time. And I fucking loved it.”
I straightened, pulling her up to sit on the edge of the table. I pressed another kiss to her mouth, then trailed my lips lower, taking my time to relish as much of her glistening skin as I could in spite of my desire making it hard to slow down, impossible to think straight.
Eventually I went to my knees, swirling my tongue over her center with a mind to revving her up again. Based on the way she moaned and opened to me immediately, I got the message she didn’t need more revving, but I continued to tease and lave her while I reached to my back pocket for my wallet. As I pulled it out, I kissed a path along Presley’s inner thigh, then stood.
Presley unzipped me and pulled out my dick, her touch making me suck my breath in, close my eyes, and run through dimensional lumber sizes from a one-by-two up to a two-by-twelve and back down again to avoid embarrassing myself.
My eyes popped open when she pressed a sweet kiss to my tip. Before I could mention how fast this would be over if she kept that up, she ripped open the condom and rolled it on me.
Without any finesse, I entered her as if this were my first time ever, roughly, urgently.
“Sorry,” I said on an exhale as I stilled, went back to lumber sizes. “Give me a minute.”
When I eased myself back from the edge, I opened my eyes to find her peering up at me with a sexy, smug expression.
“This is what you do to me.” My voice came out ragged.
“My pleasure, big guy,” she said as flirtatious as I’d ever heard her.
I slid partway out and quickly thrust in, eliciting a gasp and wiping that flirty look right off her face, morphing it into lustful.
“You think I’m big?” I asked.
“You know you’re big. Ahh, yessss. God.”
With a grin, I managed, “Now you think I’m God?”
She laughed. “Add ego to the ‘big’ list.”
I growled and kissed her as our bodies found a rhythm, and she locked her legs behind me again, arching into every thrust.
