Page 28 of Little Paper Games
Slipping one finger between her breasts, I tugged until the towel loosened and fell to the floor in a heap. She stood before me, pink tinged and gorgeous. My eyes ran over her body once, twice, three full times, just taking in her features.
“You’re making me nervous,” she huffed out a laugh. I focused on the body in front of me.
She was stunning. As long as I didn’t think too hard on it, I could forget that this luscious body was attached to the same mouthy pain in the ass that had annoyed me for decades.
I could focus on the woman from last night. The one who was vulnerable and honest. The one who melted under my fingertips. The one who made me want to toy and tease every sound out of her mouth and make each of her breaths quiver with need.
By the time my eyes met hers again, I couldn’t wait any longer. I took my thumb, tugging her lower lip from between her teeth where she was nibbling on it in awkward nervousness. I backed her up, moving one foot between hers and giving her little choice in the matter. When her back hit the door, I took a deep breath, breathing in her scent.
“No more nervousness. Let go, and trust me,” I whispered against the shell of her ear. I placed little kisses along her neck and jawline, just as I had the night before. She didn’t disappoint. Those little gasps and half whimpers had my cock harder than ever and demanding to be freed from my jeans.
She barely nodded in agreement. All that sass and attitude had melted away into nervousness. While I didn’t need her smart-ass remarks, I wanted her to feel free to enjoy herself with me.
“Good girl.” With one finger, I pushed her back against the door and found her lips with mine. This wasn’t a gentle, easy kiss. I claimed her lips with my own, finding her sweet taste with my tongue and demanding more.
For a moment, she just accepted it. She gasped into my lips, and her jaw relaxed as I kissed her. But then; then, she kissed me back. Her lips moved against my own, the tip of her tongue flicking against my tongue sensuously, pulling a groan from me. I pushed against her, her soft and curvy body fitting against mine far better than I had anticipated. Her softness pressed against every hard point of my body.Everyhard point.
My fingers moved behind her head, threading into the almost wild curls that were starting to dry and fisted her hair hard. Tugging it back only slightly sharply, she gasped and then groaned in a way that had me wanting to fuck her for the next week straight if she’d let me.
I took her lower lip between my own, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Her hands moved against the door, unsure of where to go.
“Touch me,” I breathed against her lips. It was all the encouragement she seemed to need. Her arms came up, her hands touching my shoulders and sliding up and behind my neck. Her fingertips felt like satin against my rougher skin.Fuck!When her nails dug in just slightly, scraping against the skin of my scalp sensuously. I about lost my damned mind.
My teeth scraped gently over her lip as I released it. I kissed her once more, tasting her and taking each breathy sigh into my mouth. When I pulled away, her eyes stayed closed, her mouth open. Almost begging for me to continue.
I ran my hands down to her hips and gently guided her forwards. Opening her eyes, she followed. One step back, then another. Her eyes locked on mine. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I sat slowly, keeping our eyes connected as we moved.
“Right here with me,” I whispered, helping her to straddle my knees. She sat tentatively, but her lips found mine fast as lightning. Her hands grew bolder, quickly finding my hair and tugging, just as I had done to her.
“Fuck,” I breathed against her lips. My hands found her hips and pulled her in tighter. God, she was soft. She was curvy in the way that all men wanted, yet too few men would willingly admit. My hands moved up over her sides, my fingertips moving over every bump and roll that I found. Women needed to be soft and supple and curvy as fuck.
She felt good. It was nearly impossible to stop myself from thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her body. All that softness needed just as much rough touch as it did soft touches. The thought of the way her ass would jiggle as I spanked her, how her body would curve as I tugged her head back while I fucked her hard.
Her body moved against mine, grinding. I could feel the heated wet spot starting on my jeans from her hot pussy. I flipped her over onto the bed, taking care to wrap my arm under her lower back and tug her up the bed as gracefully as I could manage. It was a little more caveman than I’d hoped for, but I needed to explore more of her.
My lips moved over her chest, finding the damp skin of her tits and those hard nipples. Jesus, they called to me. They were large and a deep, rosy, pink color. It suited the paleness of her skin. She had a freckle just to the left side of one of them. My tongue licked and laved over it.
“Jude,” she groaned softly. She was still so tentative with her sounds.
“Let me hear you,” I urged, taking her hard nipple into my mouth, and sucking.
The way her back arched hard was fucking amazing. However, the quick gasp followed by the near guttural groan she let go was absolute heaven.
“Yes, that’s it,” I urged. I wanted her open and raw with me. As much as possible.
“Open up for me,” I continued, my teeth grazing lightly against the stiffened peak. She nearly whined and her hips shifted, her legs widening of their own accord for me.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whispered, sucking the other nipple into my mouth as my hand worked down over her curves to her thigh. When I worked my fingertips up the inside of said thigh, she opened her legs quickly.
“That’s a good girl.” I chuckled against her damp skin. Her skin erupted into goosebumps as I moved my fingers higher. When I reached her pussy, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her idiocy. She had a small bit of hair on her. That was it. The way she’d been so nervous about it made it seem like she had a full bush. Honestly, that would still be hot as fuck. Why women were so obsessed with body hair, I’d never understand.
My fingertips danced over her puffy outer lips, feeling her wet heat, but not going further.
“God,” she breathed out, a shiver running over her body as she squirmed.
“Jude,” I corrected with a smirk.
Her eyes may have been closed, but I could still see that she rolled her eyes.
