Page 27 of Spiralling Skywards
I studied her face as she talked. Her lashes were dark, despite the fact that she had fair hair and skin. There was also a smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks, which combined with her one dimple, I found not only cute but incredibly sexy.
I tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and realised that neither of us were talking. Without breaking our stare, I moved my mouth towards hers until our lips touched.
At first, I kissed her. No tongues, just our lips pressed together as I moved my mouth against hers slightly. When I licked along her bottom lip, though, her hands moved to my head, her fingers raked though my hair, and she moved her lips, opening her mouth wider.
Our kiss became more forceful, our tongues duelling back and forth, hers in my mouth, mine in hers.
And then she moaned, and I lost every shred of control I’d been holding on to since I’d first laid eyes on her.
I was thirty years old and had gone my whole life without feeling anything like this. Within the space of twenty-four hours, this girl had rocked my world.
I lifted her so she was straddling me, but to do that, I had to slide the skin-tight skirt she was wearing up to her arse. That was when I called on the Gods of restraint and every gentlemanly manner I’d been born with. I thought of my mum, my sisters, and even my three-year-old nieces. I thought of all the ways I would disappoint them if I did all the things that I wanted to, because at that moment, I’d just realised that Sarah Carter was wearing those stockings that have the lace at the top and stay up by themselves.
“Fuck me,” I groaned into her mouth. Well I had to have some outlet for what I was feeling.
I slid my hands over the silky fabric covering her calves and thighs, not stopping until my thumbs brushed over that bare area of flesh at the very top. I expected to feel the line of fabric where her knickers started, only she wasn’t wearing knickers. She was wearing a thong and it was her bare arse that my fingertips made contact with.
“Fuck me,” I hissed again, wishing I had come up with something more original. She ground herself down hard on my cock as her fingernails dug into my scalp and raked over the back of my neck.
I spread my fingers over her hips and pushed her down harder into my lap, pressing up to meet her heat that was covering me. I wanted to touch her so badly. I wanted to slide her thong to the side and swipe my fingers against her, to where I just knew that she’d be wet. I knew once I did, I’d want more—everything. All of her.
Moving my hands away from what tempted me, I held on to both sides of her face and kissed her with everything I had. I focused solely on that kiss as she pushed and circled her hot pussy against me. I kissed her until my head swam, stars exploded marring my vision, and my lungs barely functioned. I kissed her until I was absolutely sure, dead-set certain that she understood every word that kiss had to say. I kissed her until there was no doubt, not one shred, that I’d just givenandreceived the best fucking kiss of my life. I kissed her until her eyes opened and looked into mine. I knew . . . I knew that no one but me would ever kiss her that way again.
It terrified me.
