Page 46 of Lake
“Oh, I never do anything I know I’ll regret.”
Before I could get another word in, her hand was fisting my shirt as she pulled me closer and then my lips were on hers. That sobered me up real quick because this was something I knew I wouldn’t want to miss a second of.
Her lips were soft and a little cold still. They tasted sweet and like rain and winter. Soon they were warm against my own and as her tongue glided along my seam, I knew there was no going back. I opened for her, my tongue snaking out to meet hers in a smooth, soft dance.
Her fingers found their way under my shirt and in the blink of an eye, she whipped it up and off of me.
“You ready to be the Lake under this Bridge?”
She paused and blinked up at me almost like she couldn’t believe something so bad had come out of her mouth.
“That shouldn’t have…” My words trailed off because my brain was starting to shut down. How those words managed to turn me on more, I would probably never want to know.
“Yeah, that was not sexy. Sorry,” she said with a laugh.
My lips were on hers again before either one of us could say something worse and make this thing come to a screeching halt. Or possibly give me some weird complex because I managed to stay hard in such an awkward situation.
With a not so gentle push, I found myself falling back onto the bed. My eyes were on hers as she crawled up my body and settled her lace covered ass on my upper thighs. Her lips were warm and wet as she kissed down my neck. My hands slid into her panties and my fingers dug into her luscious ass. She continued to kiss down my body and when her teeth lightly scraped over my nipple, I hissed as my body shuddered.
That caught me off guard for a second and through the haze in my brain, I thought that I wanted it to happen again.
“You like that?” she asked.
“I think so?”
Before I could even figure out if that was a statement or a question, her velvety tongue was circling my nipple slowly. My fingers dug harder into her ass as my hips bucked and jerked upward.
Was that what it felt like for women when I did the same thing to their tits? I mean, I was a boob man for sure, so I loved to suck and play with them. It was the second thing I noticed in a woman. First was always the eyes because the eyes usually never lied.
Her lips closed around my nipple and with an unexpected intensity, she sucked and teased me.
“Holy shit!” I screamed out.
One of my hands left her ass only to wrap around the base of her braid, pulling her head back so her neck was exposed. I pushed her head up until my lips met the tender flesh just under her jaw.
I wanted to feel how wet she was for me. And without even realizing it, my fingers were following the curve of her ass until my middle finger brushed over her soaked entrance.
Now it was her turn to rock against me with frantic need.
My finger slipped inside her with ease and soon I was adding another.
She rode my fingers until I felt like it was all I could do not to come in my pants.
Her back arched and my lips ripped away from the hold they had on her shoulder.
“Fuck,” I grunted trying my best to hold back.
Her hands went to my pants, frantically working to unbuckle my belt and pull the button-fly open. In a blink, she had my cock out. I sucked in a hard breath as she scooted up a little and began rocking her panty covered swollen clit against me, the soft fabric almost felt painful as it rubbed over my overly sensitive cock.
“Lake,” she whispered, her eyes closed and her mouth parted.
“Shit,” I said through gritted teeth and my abs tightened. I was about to come and I didn’t want it to go down like that.
Her pussy clamped around my fingers and her body shook as she came all over my hand.
My fingers slipped from her hair as she sat up.
I took in everything about her and found myself thinking that she was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen in my life. There was a beautiful flush that covered her cheeks and chest. Her breasts heaved with every breath. And her eyes, damn, they looked down at me and I was lost in that whiskey-colored satisfaction.
