Page 40 of The Woman in 3B
Only a few steps separated the kitchen from the sunken living room. A large L-shaped sectional set the perimeter of the living room in the open floor plan. The couch—like the rest of her house—was too much for one person. The multi-piece sectional was book-ended on one side with a wide chaise lounge, large enough for the two of us.
I retreated from between her thighs and instead took hold of the back of Anissa’s thighs, just below her squeezable backside. Engaging my core and leg muscles, I lifted her off the ground. Anissa’s surprised noise pulled another smile to my lips. I was strong—disproportionately so for my size and frame. Years of dead-lifting strangers’ luggage into overhead compartments had given me unexpected upper-arm strength.
Her legs almost reflexively wrapped around my middle. I had never done this before, but she seemed to trust me. I shifted my grasp to cup the most perfect ass—firm yet soft. Round and completely touchable. Her thighs tightened at my sides while I walked us over to the upholstered sofa. She only unclenched when I lowered her down on the couch cushions.
Anissa was only in her scoop-necked t-shirt, while I was still fully dressed. I quickly shed my own t-shirt and removed the bra I’d been self-consciously wearing. I shivered when my still-damp hair touched the tips of my shoulders. Anissa lay on the chaise lounge and watched it all with slightly lidded eyes.
I climbed onto the couch and hovered over her body, holding myself up on my arms. Pendant lights in the kitchen provided just enough illumination. I could see everything, yet it was dim enough to not feel like we were beneath a spotlight. I swept my eyes over her half-clothed body. A giddy feeling came over me like a sugar or an adrenaline rush. Wine typically made me sleepy, but drinking in Anissa’s body had the opposite effect.
“How do you want to cum?” My voice came out a strangled rasp that surprised my ears. “Do you want me to worship your body—tease and touch every naked inch of you—bring you to the edge until you’re begging me to take mercy on you and push you over? Or, do you want to cum now?” I offered. “Hard and fast so your orgasm hits like a tidal wave? Hard and fast so you’re still feeling me tomorrow?”
I heard her audibly swallow. “B-both of those sound pretty good.”
I couldn’t help my private grin. Typically I was the one stammering and unsure. It felt good to have flipped the script on her, if only momentarily.
I started with her abdomen. I lifted the bottom hem of her t-shirt just high enough to reveal the flat plane of her stomach. I pressed my nose against her and inhaled the scent of her skin. Chlorine from the pool lingered, but the same soap that I’d used in the guest bathroom similarly perfumed her.
I couldn’t help myself. I dug my fingers into her hips and licked hard against her stomach. I heard the hitch of her breath and felt her buck into me.
I pulled her shirt up higher to reveal her bra-less breasts. Dusky-rose colored nipples capped her tanned breasts. I quickly latched my lips around her nipple and sucked hard. Anissa audibly hissed and sharply gasped when my lips turned to teeth. I nipped at the sensitive flesh and lightly tugged on her distended nipple.
I turned my attention to her other breast. I swiped my tongue across her puckered nipple before sucking her breast into my mouth. I sucked hard and flicked my tongue against her nipple while she squirmed beneath me. Her hips canted up, seeking out more contact.
I abandoned her breasts and shoved her t-shirt higher still. I licked against her collarbone and up the side of her neck. I would have gladly licked every inch of her lush body if she would have allowed it.
I found an irresistible space in the crook of her neck to suckle and nuzzle. The scent of her herbal shampoo flooded my senses. I scraped my canines across her pulse point. I had no intention of leaving behind a hickey though; I couldn’t bear the thought of blemishing her flawless skin.
I rested more of my body weight on her and wedged one leg between her thighs. Her hands immediately grabbed my backside and she pressed herself up against my naked upper thigh. She gasped at the solid contact and ground harder into my leg. I could feel her slick heat on my thigh. Taking my time was apparently not in her plans.
I separated my lower body from hers just enough to slip my hand between us. My fingers fumbled against her clit momentarily while I blindly sought the origin of her arousal. Her hips continued to move, bucking into me and wiggling from side to side, making my job more difficult.
I finally found her liquid center and slid one finger, and then two, inside. She wrapped her right leg around my midsection, opening herself to me even more. My fingers plunged deeper, causing us both to groan.
Anissa clawed at my naked back while I settled into a comfortable pace between her parted thighs. “Oh shit. Oh God,” she moaned. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
Her fingers curled around my rounded shoulders and she chewed on my lower earlobe. “Alice. I want to feel you.”
“You-you are.” I gasped when she bit down.
“No. From the inside.”
My eyes shut tight. “Fuck.”
“Hurry,” she pled.
She moved frantically, desperately, to get out from under me. She clawed at my shorts—the only piece of clothing that remained. My hands were somehow more steady than hers as I was able to pull the elastic-waisted cotton shorts past my hips, thighs, and legs.
Anissa pressed a solid hand into my sternum and pushed me back onto the couch. The air threatened to leave my lungs as tumbled onto the leather cushions and woven throw pillows.
“Oh, Alice—why didn’t you tell me?”
My head snapped up from the upholstered pillows. “Tell you what?”
The small, pleased smile on her face was undeniable. “That you have a perfect pussy.”
My words caught in my throat. “I-I do?”
I heard her affirming hum as she settled on her stomach between my parted thighs. “Perfect shape, perfect proportions, perfect coloring.”
