Page 42 of Somewhere Along The Line
She grinds into me as she restarts our kiss, her naked chest grazing my pecs.
“Okay,” she replies, looking the tiniest bit smug. “I want you to lose the pants.” Piper reaches down between us, and my dick jumps at the contact. She settles back on her heels as she undoes my belt, slides out the button, and pulls down the zipper.
“Off, please,” she says.
She seems to forget that she’s sitting on me, thereby keeping my pants pinned to my legs. I grab her by the waist and toss her to my left, careful that she lands on a cushion, but not so careful that she thinks I can only be gentle with her.
I strip off my pants, dropping them in the pile with our shirts and her bra. My boxer briefs are still on, and she’s not thrilled.
“Yeah, that’s not what I want,” she says, eyeing my frame, her gaze trained on my lower half. I like this Piper—self-assured and demanding. I peel off my briefs, watching her expression change as reaches for me and pulls me to the couch to sit, standing to take my place.
“It’s only fair,” she shrugs as she drops her skirt, her lace panties a treat before she pulls her legs out of them one at a time. Standing naked in front of me, Piper is a masterpiece.
The swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, her wild hair framing the face that is quickly becoming my favorite—it sucks the breath out of my lungs.
She makes her way to the couch and lays down on her back, draping her legs over my lap as I take her in up close.
I want to memorize this moment, to capture the landscape of her body with my mind and then with my mouth: the way her chest dips under her collarbone, the tiny birthmark that lives on her lower belly, the scar on the back of her arm.
“I want you to kiss me,” she says, and it’s as much an ask as a direction.
I pick up her right leg, smooth and soft and warm, running my fingers across the skin of her ankle before kissing behind the bone. I press my lips against her shin and then again, inching myself closer to her knee. I spread my thumbs behind the back of it, kneading the muscle at the top of her calf as I press my teeth to her kneecap gently before closing my mouth around it.
She releases a whispered moan at the contact.
Shifting myself to kneeling, I perch her legs on either side of my hips as I continue my ascent up her body. Hovering over her, I mark the curve of her waist, the jut of her ribs, and the soft warmth of her stomach with my lips. She sucks in a fast breath as I approach her breasts, nudging between them with my nose as I drag a hand between her legs, my other hand propping me up as I inch forward.
I’ve imagined this scenario since I first saw Piper and I’ve wondered what it would be like to have her writhing under me and desperate for my touch—how she’d taste and how her skin would feel, the sounds she’d make, the look on her face when I’d make her come.
It was all wrong. The image in my mind was an arts and crafts project; being with her tonight is Michaelangelo sculpting the David. It’s infinitely better, more evocative, so awe-inducing there aren’t words to describe it. Just the feeling deep down that you’re a witness to something profound.
I take her nipple in my mouth, a groan vibrating from my lungs when she arches into me, her hand raking through my hair. I swirl the tip of her breast with my tongue, tugging occasionally with my teeth, as my thumb mirrors the motion on the sensitive spot between her legs.
“Holy shit, James.” Piper whimpers my name into my skin, her breath becoming erratic as I slide two fingers inside her, moving my mouth to her other breast. I drag her wetness back and forth, creating friction where she needs it before dipping back inside in rhythm.
She clenches around me, digging her nails into my back, scraping up to my shoulders and down again as I tease her nipple with my mouth. She’s leaving marks for me to remember her by tomorrow.
As though I could forget.
“I need to feel you,” she begs, and I move my mouth to hers, slipping into a wet kiss as I position myself above her, my tip trailing down the front of her to where we both want it.
“I’m not going to last,” I warn. The sight of her, the feel of her, has been nearly enough already.
“I don’t care. I want you closer. Do you have a condom?”
“Absolutely.”
If only one would materialize beneath the cushions like spare change you find the moment you need it.
Rolling off Piper, my hand lingers until I can no longer reach her on my path to the kitchen. I yank open a drawer and grab the foil packet, tearing it open with my teeth as I walk back to her, her chocolate eyes watching me intently as I stop, slip it on, and roll the latex up my shaft.
“Thank you,” she whispers, “for not making that a big deal.”
I can’t stand that the request may have been difficult for her to make. “I meant what I said. You will never be unsafe with me.”
I climb back on top of her, and she melts into the leather of the couch beneath me. I take her mouth in mine, sweeping my tongue through the space and feeling her moan when my tip finds her opening.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, nuzzling my lips against the side of her neck as she palms my ass.
