Page 58 of Infatuated as They Come
My lips slammed to hers, grunting against her mouth as I tasted whatever sugary sweet lip gloss she had on. I was too hungry for her. Watching her in that tiny skirt and hearing her running her mouth had me harder than Icared to admit. One hand squeezed at her hip as I moved us to the other side of the room, my other hand smacking up against the wall so that she wouldn’t hit it.
I hesitantly tore my lips away from hers, nodding at her cheer top. “Take it off.”
“Take it off yourself,” she bit out.
“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” I asked, finding the little zipper at the side of her top. “You’re gonna act like this all night?”
“If it’ll annoy you, then yes.”
“Goddamn pain in the ass,” I said under my breath, ripping her top and bra off and hissing when I got sight of her perfect tits. I leaned in close to her, lips hovering next to hers as I rubbed a thumb against one of her pretty brown nipples. “That feel good?” I asked lowly. “Hm? Does that feel nice?”
“No,” she said with a little pout.
“No?” I chuckled, quickly pulling my hand away from her. “I’ll stop.”
“Don’t,” she said, eyes all big as she stared up at me. “Don’t stop.”
But she was being a brat and I kind of liked the idea of making her beg for a second or two. “But you said it didn’t feel nice. Were you lying? Or maybe you just want me to touch you somewhere else? Maybe here?” I asked, using one hand to keep her skirt hiked up, showing me her tiny red shorts. I tucked a finger into the back of them, feeling the soft lace of the panties she had on underneath as I gave them a quick flick, letting them snap back against her ass. “You always wear two pairs of panties?”
“Those are my spankies,” she said softly.
I flicked them again before dragging my finger slowly to the front of them, tugging at the elastic. “Are they, or are you just tryna make things harder for me? Hm? You tryna annoy me?”
“I’ve never annoyed you ever in my life.”
“There you go lying again.” My finger pulled her shorts and panties to the side, revealing that sweet, bare pussy to me. “Fuck, look at you. Look at how fuckin’ pretty you are. Is that where you want me to touch you?” I pressed a finger to her entrance, hissing at how wet she felt before tracing that finger up to her clit, rubbing at her there softly.
“Sawyer,” she whimpered, both her hands on my arm, clawing at the material of my shirt.
“See, isn’t this better?” I asked, letting my lips ghost over her neck. I gave her a soft kiss as I kept playing with her clit. “Wouldn’t you rather make all these pretty little noises instead of yelling at me? Isn’t this so much better than fighting, baby?”
Her eyes fluttered shut, head lolling back against the wall. Pouty lips parted, she kept letting out the sweetest sounding whimpers, her cheeks all flushed as I played with her clit.
“Are you close?” I asked, kissing at her neck.
“No,” she said, fidgeting a little.
“No? It looks like you are.”
“You’re imagining things.”
“Aw, you keep lying to me. Why do you keep lying, princess?” I dragged my finger from her clit to her entrance, pushing into her and grunting at how she clenched around me. “You feel like you’re close too.”
“I’m not,” she said, finally opening her eyes. “I could do it better myself.”
“Should I stop and let you take over?” I asked, moving my hand just an inch or two away. Head shaking, she looked up at me with big eyes, shoving my hand back in between her thighs. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
My finger found her clit again and I rubbed and rubbed, keeping myself pressed to her tight as my tongue pushed into her mouth, capturing every last one of her moans. She felt all soft and wet against me, my finger never leaving her as she clawed at my hair and shirt. All it took was one more fast swipe against her clit for her to fall apart, her lips parting to release the prettiest little cry. She was panting hard as I kept her steady, my hands on her hips as my eyes raked over her body.
“Take your panties off for me.” I watched as she moved a hand to the zipper on the side of her skirt, but I gave my head a firm shake. “Skirt stays on. Everything else comes off.”
“You have a fetish,” she muttered.
“Only for you. Keep the skirt on.”
Instead of mouthing off, she listened. She tucked her fingers into thesides of her panties and little shorts, shimmying out of them until they hit the floor.
My hands grabbed her hips and I pulled her over to the bed, getting her settled on her stomach as her little skirt flipped up in the process, showing me her ass: round and peachy and perfect, her skin with that natural, gorgeous, glowing tan. I couldn’t help myself as my fingers kneaded at her, spreading those plump cheeks apart and showing me everything.
