Page 55 of Little Paper Games
“I think you’re more into interior decorating than any other man I know,” she giggled.
“Not true. My father is ten times worse than I am,” I corrected with a smirk.
“You’re kidding me?” she whispered with a shocked face. “TheGregory Lincoln decorates?!”
“You better believe it. He’s the one who did our house. Twice. He’s constantly dragging Mom out to different stores to buy new wall art or furniture. He just can’t seem to stick with one look for too long.” I ran a hand through my hair, trying not to let the way my chest tighten at the thought of my father change the mood. I didn’t want to bring her mood down at all with how things were going.
“Good ol’ Gregory,” she scoffed, shaking her head with a smile. I watched as the smile slowly slid away from her face. She was thinking about her father again.
“Hey, hey, hey. Let’s go find that shelf and try to fix this. Then, remember, couches,” I reminded her, tugging her by the arm towards the door.
“Why do I need a new couch?” she asked, a little less distracted now.
“I’m sorry, have you seen that monstrosity in your living room? Dear God, it’s disgusting!” I tossed my hand in the air flamboyantly, making her laugh more.
“I swear, you’re ridiculous. Personal chef, decorator, what’s next? Carpenter?” she laughed. I wanted to keep her laughing today, if at all possible.
“Silly girl,” I chuckled, pulling her close so my lips brushed against her ear. “You forgot sex god who makes you cum over. And over. And over.”
The way she gasped made my smirk widen. I felt the shiver run over her skin, goosebumps erupting in its wake. Absolutely delicious.
“Maybe we should skip the shelf,” she whispered, and I could hear the trepidation in her tone. With a tug on her arm, I slowed her pace, pulling her to face me.
“Skip the shelf and do what exactly?” I spoke slower, deeper, letting my words tantalize her a little. Her eyes met mine, wide and vulnerable.
“I don’t care, Jude. Just… be with me,” she pleaded. I couldn’t resist.
I didn’t speak. I walked her back to the hallway wall, my lips finding hers as her back met the wall.
“Please.” It was the only word she managed to utter as I claimed her lips with my own.
Her curves pressed into my body, softness meeting hard angles. My hands found her hips and pulled her forward into me.
“You drive me crazy,” I whispered against her lips.
“Then take meds, just don’t stop,” she whined right back at me. Her teeth tugged on my lower lip as her fingers moved up my neck and into my hair. It was getting shaggy, having not had a cut in months, but when she tugged on it, I thanked every god in religious history for that fact.
“Take me to bed, Jude,” she murmured, her lips moving against my own, refusing to break the kiss, even for a moment.
“No,” I responded, almost harshly. My fingers found her waist, moving around the band of her jeans until I found the fly, hastily unfastening the button and sliding them, tugging them down her hips. Her own hands left my hair and found the hem of my shirt, pulling and tugging at it.
I quickly moved away, only for a second to rip my shirt off, and then I took her lips, stealing her breath again as I pushed her jeans lower. She helped, shoving them down and stepping out of them. I didn’t care that it was awkward. It was needed. I needed her. I needed…
Her lips moved over to my jawline and down my neck. I had to steady myself with a hand against the wall. The sensitive part just below my ear tingled as her lips touched and her tongue tasted. But when she groaned at the taste of my skin, my knees almost buckled. I took a deep, steadying breath, only for matters to be made worse. Christ, I could smell her arousal. I quickly pulled the hem of her shirt up. Her hands moved up above her head, our lips finding each other again the second her shirt was discarded. It wasn’t the sensual, teasing kisses now. No, it was darker, more urgent. Teeth tugging, tongues meeting, breaths gasping kind of kiss that made you see stars.
She tugged her bra off, and I unfastened my own jeans, taking my boxers with them as I shoved the material down my thighs. I stepped out of them quickly and shoved them off to the side with my foot, my lips never leaving hers.
More. I wanted more. I needed more.
I lifted her into my arms, my cock needing that vice grip of her pussy wrapped around me.
“Jude,” she gasped against my lips. “Jude, my panties.”
Huh? Oh, shit. Her panties were still on. Fuck it.
Her legs wrapped around me. She held herself up as I moved a hand between us, taking the crotch of her panties in my fist and pulling. Hard. The material tugged and finally ripped in my hands. Her wetness coated the back of my hand and I groaned, almost growled, into her mouth.
I lined the head of my cock up to her wet entrance.
