Page 26 of The Sky in Summer
I put emphasis on the words by rubbing myself against his cock. It grows. I never have seen a face transform like his is now.
“Wanna look?” he teases.
“I wanna look. And I want you to look too.”
“Bedroom?” he says, untangling and standing.
I take his lead and stand.
“Follow me,” I say, kicking off my shoes. “You might see something you like.”
“There’s no might about it.”
Drake sets the right beat and mood as I slowly work to remove an item or two. I almost forgot what a sexual creature I always wanted to be. That woman has not shown up before. Like Rapunzel locked in the tower, I am letting my hair down to escape. A lack of passion this long turns you into something different. The colors that made me were paler. I don’t like that it has been the sorry story. Tonight, I redraw myself and use all the shades. And even if it’s only for one night, I am going to make it epic.
The sweatshirt goes next, as we reenter the kitchen. I pull it over my head and toss it away, not caring where it has landed. His finger traces the curve of my spine, from neck to ass.
“Let me take it off,” he says, reaching for my bra.
I stop and let him take the pleasure. Pushing away thoughts that I am too small or too unlike his usual women. I am me and that’s enough. The bra is unhooked, and he sweeps the straps from my shoulders. It falls to the floor.
“Your back is beautiful,” Van says, moving close against me. His breath on my neck sends chills. I feel a hard cock poking. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he brings both hands around to the front. They raise to my nipples and he plays with the stiff buds.
My arms lift and hands rest on the sides of his face. A gentle twist of a nipple sends shockwaves through my body. He flicks them both with his middle fingers, making them stiffer.
“Turn around.”
His words make me wet and the deep pinch in my pussy puts an exclamation point on the moment. I turn and face him. Our eyes meet for a moment and then his mouth is on my breasts. He takes a taste of nipple and makes sure not to shortchange either side. Ohhhhhhh. Yes.
Strong hands move to my ass. He cups my cheeks and squeezes the round globes. Then a hand reaches inside my pants, down the back, and onto exposed flesh. A kind of sexy grunt sounds as he runs a finger between my cheeks and over the slender strip of thong. He pulls it aside and touches me. Fuck.
Then fingers move to the front. Eyes stay on mine as he comes closer and closer to my wet pussy. The first touch stops any other sensation. Desire, lust, and an erotic pull makes me press into his hand. Fingers gently part me and a little grin appears on Van’s face. Lifting a finger, he teases my half-hidden clit.
“Oh,” is all I can get out.
“You feel like velvet. Beautiful girl.”
For the first time he says the word genuinely, softly.
I need to touch him. My hand reaches down, unbuttons his shorts and slips inside. I take ahold. It’s warm and fucking hard. Bigger than I realized. Uh oh. And then without warning I am in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist. He picked me up like a hummingbird’s feather.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
“Last door on the right,” I say while passion runs wild.
Entwined around him, he is kissing and licking my neck. Halfway down the hall, and still wrapped around him, he turns me against the wall. He holds my wrists high and tight and takes a long indecent kiss. I have never wanted to come more. It’s an ache. He doesn’t even need to be inside me. The effect of Van Lyon fills every cell in my body.
He gently bites my shoulder, before moving to nipples that await the sensation. I know it’s coming, and I want it to. Before lips touch skin, he looks up and grins like the Cheshire Cat. Then mouth touches nipple. He sucks it stiff and then bites. The shock of the moment fills me with a desire not previously understood. It is not pain making an impression. It is pleasure. Sharp pleasure. Am I up or down? Is it day or night? All I know for sure, is what courses through my body is made of a tingling magic. This is the doorway to a wonderland I have never been privy to.
With a show of strength, he lifts my body higher, putting my legs over his shoulders, pussy against his mouth, back to the wall. The shorts do nothing to block the sensation. Fuck! He runs his talented tongue up and down the seam, right over the honey pot, then breathes in as if smelling a flower. When he lifts his eyes to me, we are both hit with the burning heat of the moment. This is unbelievable.
He smiles. “You have a wet spot. Right here,” he says, licking the proof with the tip of his tongue.
“I have never been so turned on,” I answer.
He brings me down to his arms and takes another long kiss against the wall.
“Come on,” he says, leading the way to the bedroom. “If I don’t see you naked, I am going to spontaneously orgasm.”
