Page 53 of Home Town Advantage
I wake feeling warm and…turnedon. I don’t need to open my eyes to be able to smell Sulley. I’ve been smelling that perfume for over six months. The floral coconut mix drives me wild.
Maybe I froze to death and am now in heaven. The last thing I remember is Finn’s cabin door finally being within reach. I remember I wasn’t sure I could make it up the final hill. I had lost all feeling in my body at that point. I think my brain was frozen too. I know I made it up, but I remember nothing after that.
Blinking my eyes open, I realize I’m in only my boxer briefs, and Sulley’s bra-and-panties-clad body is wrapped around mine. She’s fast asleep. We’re under a sea of blanketsin front of the cabin’s fireplace, which has a fire roaring and crackling. I can see the stonework around it that I fucked up, but it was too late to fix. The mortar had hardened. Finn and I had a good laugh about that and all the other imperfections in this place due to our inexperience.
I lift my head enough to notice my clothes laid out in front of the fire. She must have found me and somehow dragged me inside and gotten me undressed. I’m a big man. I’m not sure how she could have done that on her own.
I lift my head further and scan the room for someone else. The person who must have helped her. Nope, no one else is here.
She lets out a soft moan in her sleep, and my dick further hardens to a near-painful level. I look down at her body as best I can while it’s pressed against me. She’s so sexy. She was beautiful all those years ago when we were in her bed together, but she’s filled out a bit more. She’s got curves she didn’t have then. So damn perfect.
I don’t dare move for several minutes for fear of waking her and ending this. I simply hold her and stare at her. Her cherry red lips curve perfectly. They adorably murmur slightly in her sleep. I ache to suck them into my mouth.
Her face is relaxed too. She’s not looking at me with her usual pained animosity. There are so many things I wish I could tell her.
I continue to take in the most stunning creature in existence. There’s no denying how much I want her. I think I’ve wanted her since that last day with Finn.
Sulley stirs a bit before sleepily rolling onto her back. She manages to pull me with her. My cock presses into her warm, soft center.
Oh my god. My heart is beating a million times per minute. She must feel it with our chests pressed together.
Her eyes slowly begin to peel open. The eyes I spend everynight dreaming of. The eyes I pretend are staring up at me every time I stroke my cock.
They widen slightly when reality hits, but she doesn’t push me away. She stares at me. I don’t see the normal hurt in them. Maybe I’m delusional, but I think I see lust swimming in them.
The pace of her chest rising and falling increases in intensity. Her sweet, warm breath fans my face.
Unable to help myself, I touch her soft, flawless face with my fingertips. “Your eyes look so blue right now. You’re beautiful, Sullivan Aisling.”
With the last of my restraint gone, I bring my lips to hers. It’s been nearly six years since we last kissed, but her taste is immediately familiar and comforting.
I’m not sure how she’ll react. I brace my balls for the knee I’m confident will land on them but am pleasantly surprised when her tongue slips into my mouth and she runs her fingers through my hair.
That’s all the signal I need. I turn into a greedy, starving man. I suck on her lips and then deepen the kiss, welcoming her taste as I devour her.
My hands roam over every inch of her warm body. At least those areas within my reach. She’s just as smooth and soft as I remember her being. God, she sets me on fire.
She wraps her legs around me and grinds her hips over my hardness, letting out a series of moans that cause my cock to leak.
Every little noise is sexy. She’s usually careful with her words and actions around me. But not right now. Right now, she’s in the moment, feeling what I’m feeling.
I kiss and lick my way down her neck. Her coconut scent is strengthening. Her hands begin to tug on my hair like they did that night in her bedroom. I swear I’ve only left my hair long in hopes that she’d one day tug on it again.
I pull down the cups of her bra. I’ve dreamed of her rosy,pink nipples nearly every day since the one and only time I saw them. Her tits are a little fuller now and every bit as magnificent as I remember them to be.
I tug on her taut peaks, and she pulls my hair tighter. I can’t take it anymore. I move my way down and circle her left nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.
Her back arches, and she breathes out, “More.”
My hand runs up the soft skin of her thigh as I move it closer and closer to her center. She relaxes her leg’s grip around me, giving me access to the contact we both crave.
I ever so gently run the backs of my fingers over her panty-covered pussy. She’s soaking wet.
She thrusts her hips toward my fingers, begging for more. In a husky voice I barely recognize, she whispers, “Touch me.”
Maybe I really am in heaven.
I slide her panties to the side and run my fingers through her soft, swollen center. So damn slippery. She’s dripping. Six years ago, she admitted her crush on me, but I assume it ended after the baby. That’s not what I’m getting from her right now. I’m getting nothing but desire and a need mirroring my own.
