Page 53 of Bad Habit
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes.” Her hands threaded through my hair. “Can you do that again? Please?”
I stifled a chuckle and then sucked her nipple into my mouth, tugging harder and flicking the hard bud with my tongue as I squeezed her other breast in my hand.
She moaned as her fingers slid through my hair, and so I continued, going back and forth, sucking her hard nipples, massaging her firm tits, losing myself in giving Faith pleasure and imagining what would happen when I moved my mouth to her clit.
One of my hands slipped down over her ass, and her muscles tightened, then relaxed as I kneaded her flesh there. I was desperate with need, but wanted her dripping wet before I went anywhere near her pussy.
The robe was too big for her slight body—it almost wrapped around twice—but I found the opening and tucked my hand under—only one layer of robe now between my hand and her lovely ass. I coaxed her leg up and slid my hand down her thigh, stroking her bent leg and tugging the edge of the robe toward the front of her body. She’d belted the thing like she’d been guarding treasure against thieves.
With an inner smile, I realized she literally had been. I was a thief, a pirate, a Viking here to steal and plunder—to take what I wanted—but also to give.
But she’d set up good defenses, and the robe refused to fall open in front, so I edged it up her thigh, loving how soft her skin felt when I finally got underneath. Then, like I’d been dared, I let my hand slide up the back of her thigh to her naked ass. She gasped through her kisses as I reached my target.
My mouth continued to work her breasts as my hand caressed the soft skin of her ass and upper thigh, and although I kept a few inches away for the time being, I could sense the heat and wetness between her legs.
Her fingers tugged on my hair as my teeth scraped along one of her nipples. My index finger grazed the back edge of her sex, and her whole body pulsed in response. I moved up to claim her lips as she claimed mine right back.
Any other woman, I’d be pounding my cock into her so hard we’d break the window and fall forty stories to our blissful deaths.
