Page 43 of Reverse Pass
“I think I could come like this, just looking at you,” she whispers.
I will give the woman credit, if there’s anything she knows how to do it’s make me forget how to breathe.
“Yeah? I can make it better.”
With the next lift of her hips, I reach down and slide my joggers down my hips. I hadn’t bothered putting on anything else tonight. The next time she makes contact with me, it’s the damp lace and cotton of her panties sliding against my cock.
“Fuck,” she curses.
“Better?” I groan as I grab her hips and slide my hands down her thighs.
“The best.” She practically purrs the word, and her eyes shutter as she slides against me again. Her hands press against my chest, as she rocks against my cock a few more times. Then her eyes open again, slowly at first, her lids heavy and I can see the want there. The need. But as she studies my face, they flutter open again, and she slows.
“How come you haven’t kissed me?” It’s an honest question, more curious than frustrated.
“You ran the first time I tried.”
She laughs at that answer.
“Not funny. Does something to a guy’s ego, you know.”
She shakes her head, smiling, but her eyes land on my lips again.
“Is that what you want? Me to kiss you?” I ask.
“Yes,” she admits, whisper soft.
I run my hands up her lower back as she leans in toward me. A vein of nervousness runs through me despite how much I want her. It’s not lost on me that we’re both mostly naked and that I’ve already acted out fantasies with her that I’d never even planned on telling her about. But somehow kissing her feels like more.
I glance at her lips, my hand running up the side of her throat as I bring my own lips closer to hers in what feels like agonizingly slow motion. She inches closer to me, so close my lips ghost over hers. I look up to meet her eyes, to try to see what she’s thinking but her lids are already low, her long lashes concealing them.
I lean forward, the softest brush of my mouth over hers, a first pass of her lips against mine and I already feel like it’s too much. The way I can hear her breathe, the taste of her lip gloss, the way her hands go to my shoulders.
She goes to kiss me again, and I pull back, a teasing smile and her lids rise again, her eyes coming to mine.
“Now you’re just being mean.” She gives me a little shake of her head.
I grin and stroke the soft angle of her jaw.
“Come here,” I whisper.
Then I give her what she’s actually asking for, pressing my lips to hers, soft plying strokes that she answers in return before opening her mouth, her tongue teases mine and then she lets me in. Her lips are sweet, and her hands wrap around my neck, kissing me like I’m the first taste of something she actually wants. Her hips rolls again and that combined with the feel of her mouth has me dying from how much I want her. I break the kiss, and a smile spreads across her lips that I can’t help but answer.
“That wasn’t bad,” she teases.
“Yeah. I didn’t hate it.” I grin. “You’ve got all the good ideas. What else do you want?”
“I want you inside me.” Her eyes drift over me as she says it.
She’s said those words a million times to me in my fantasies, but nothing’s prepared me to hear her say them for real. Whatever I’d said about her being hard on my ego, I take it back. It’s like this woman reads my mind and gives me everything I want. Which makes me worry that’s exactly what she’s doing.
“You sure?” I question, meeting her eyes.
“Yes,” she says it with no hesitation, and I swear my heart skips a beat.
I lean over, pulling a condom out of the nightstand and tear the package to put it on while she slides her panties off and tosses them on top of the jersey, before she climbs into my lap again.
When I look up at her, she’s watching me with an absent little half smile, and I feel a tug in my chest I try to ignore.
