Page 86 of Without Bound
“Like you said before, we’re in this together. We’ll wait out the storm and we’ll be here when it all settles.”
I take her face in my hands and kiss her. “Together,” I murmur against her lips and dive in deeper.
I carefully lay her back until she’s laid out on the plush rug. My body hovers over hers as my hands work to peel the clothing that hides her beautiful form. I roll down her leggings and tug the sweatshirt over her head and find her in nothing more than white lace panties and bra. Small purple flowers are sewn into the lace that covers her mound and her nipples. I run my nose down her neck and trail it down to her wet pussy.
“Smelling the roses?” she asks with a hint of playfulness.
“I wish I could swim in a field of these flowers.” I blow a hot breath over her sensitive area and watch chills roll across her skin.
I suck on her through the thin lace and taste her muskiness. I slide her panties to the side and flatten my tongue, licking her clean. My tongue flicks her clit and she arches her back, her delicious breasts lifting higher. I let my tongue nudge at her opening before dipping it in to drink her down. I work in and out of her, adding my fingers to bring her to the edge.
Her legs clamp to the side of my head and I hear her breathing speed up.
“Oh god. Fuck, right there,” she whimpers when I hit her g-spot.
Her moans turn loud and her soft pleas turn to cries when her orgasm overwhelms her. I work her through it all until I feel her tense body turn slack.
I move her panties back into place and rise to my knees. Her eyelids remain shut but her sated smile tells me everything I need to know.
“Good, baby girl?” I lick my lips, taking in the last drops of her, and run my hands up the silky skin of her legs.
“So good. Better than good. I know there’s a word for it, but my brain can’t process it right now.”
I carefully stand, leaving her to bathe in the afterglow, and change the album. Another song’s slow melodic beat sets the mood back to the carefree yet intimate moment we were living in.
Anais raises to her elbows, resting her weight back on them and letting her wild mane cascade around her.
“Didn’t your mama teach you to never eat dessert before dinner?” She coos.
“She did. Butshe also taught me to live life to the fullest and only do the things that bring me joy. That,” I flick my eyes to the space between her legs. “Brings me immense pleasure.”
With a smirk she shakes her head and moves to her knees. When she reaches for her clothes I rip them away before she can grab ahold of them.
“Hey! I’m hungry and want to finish eating. Give me back my clothes so I can get dressed and finish.”
“Nope. You wanna finish eating, you eat like that.” I eye her up and down, wanting to put her on my plate and feast once more.
“Oh, but you get to wear that? Not fair.”
Without another word, I reach behind my head and tug my shirt off my head. I stand and undo my jeans and let them fall to my feet before kicking them away. When I’m done, I’m left standing in only my tented boxer briefs.
“Better?” I ask.
She looks up at me, lust in her eyes and nods her head, jaw hanging open.
“Oh much better.” She crawls over to me and up my body, where she devours dessert and doesn't finish her dinner.
29
Bishop
Vaughan and Cami’s house is buzzing with last minute touches for the Halloween party before everyone goes to change into their costumes for the evening. It’s another first for the crew as we haven’t had a real Halloween celebration since Vaughan and Cami first broke up.
Last year we were all hanging by a thread, praying for Vaughan to recover from his horrible accident. So the insistence that everyone be together tonight wasn’t a hardship. Dagen’s grandparents –both sets– are chaperoning her and her friends to trick-or-treat since this neighborhood consists of Vaughan and Cami.
We’d all be happy to pour loads of candy in their bags, but I don’t think it’s quite the same.
I was roped into helping set up since two of our ladies are on minimal effort as they get further along in their pregnancies. Cami was quick to tell Vaughan, “shut it. I’m fine,” and CeCe didn’t have a leg to stand on. Luca gave her a look and she resigned to cutting up fruit.
