Page 144 of The Perfect Spiral
Ben had met Boomer for the first time today and had instantly fallen in love. He’d even threatened to take him back to California, but I’d reminded him that I knew where he lived.
I spotted a box of Twinkies—my weakness, and everyone knew it. I unwrapped one and popped some popcorn into the microwave, hoping the pantry’s walls would muffle the noise.
I jumped at the sound of his voice, spinning around so quickly that I made myself dizzy. I groaned, annoyed that he’d startled me. He sauntered over, reaching for another packet of popcorn.
“Can I have a Twinkie?” he asked, smirking down at me. He was clad in black Calvin Klein boxers and a sleeveless grey training top that left little to the imagination. When he lifted his arms, Icould see the tantalizing trail of skin leading into his boxers and the enticing V-line of his lower abs.
I nodded, my mouth full of sugary goodness. He studied me for a moment, his gaze finally landing on the Twinkie I was holding between my lips. He leaned in, his breath warm on my lips, and bit down on the other end of the Twinkie, his lips brushing against mine.
We chewed and swallowed in unison, our faces still mere millimeters apart. He licked his lips, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
His eyes dropped to my lips again, and he kissed me, his hands cupping my head, his thumb tracing my jawline. I opened my mouth to him without hesitation, our tongues tangling in a dance of dominance.
His hand slid down my body, lifting my top and stroking my thigh until he reached my panties. He hooked his thumb inside, pulling them up slightly on one side. His other hand gripped my ass, giving it a light smack. I moaned, turned on beyond belief.
He lifted me, my legs wrapping around him, our heated kiss continuing. The microwave beeped, signaling the popcorn was ready. He groaned, breaking the kiss long enough to silence the microwave, then his lips were back on mine.
He set me down on the pantry table, our kiss resuming its feverish pace. I tugged his hair, eliciting a deep moan that vibrated through me. I could feel my core throbbing, my arousal evident through my underwear.
We finally broke the kiss, gasping for air. He rested his forehead against mine, his gaze searching mine, trying to make sense ofwhat had just happened.
He pulled back, his gaze dropping to his shirt. I followed his gaze and saw a wet patch on his grey shirt.
His shock quickly morphed into a seductive smirk. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, his fingertips teasing my neck. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could feel it, if not hear it.
His fingers begin to trace the contours of my body, pausing to tease the outline of my breast, his thumb stroking the underside with a tantalizing touch.
He continues his journey, venturing lower and lower.
“Are you wet for me, baby doll?” His whisper tickles my ear, and I can almost see the smirk playing on his lips.
My eyes are closed, and the more he teases, the more aroused I become. His delicate strokes on my inner thigh, the tips of his fingers igniting a spark that travels up my spine, tingling every nerve ending in my body. What’s happening to me?
His lips are peppering light kisses along my neck and jawline, occasionally venturing beneath my ear—my sweet spot. I release a breathy moan, my head falling back to grant him better access.
He begins to nip and suck at my skin, making my head spin. He pushes himself further between my legs, his hardness pressing against me.
His hands slide to my underwear, hooking his thumbs into the sides and pulling them down slowly. I open my eyes to find him gazing back at me with a lustful intensity.
Our eyes lock, and I pull him into a passionate kiss. He removes my panties completely, letting them fall onto the cold tiles beneath us.
Grabbing my hips, he pulls me closer, his hot mouth beginning a tantalizing journey down my body until he’s kissing up my legs, teasing me. I watch as he kisses the outer part of my thighs first, then slowly makes his way to the inner part.
He looks up, catching sight of my bare core and groans loudly, nuzzling his nose between my thighs. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks.
I try to close my legs, to hide my embarrassment, but he places his hands on my legs to stop me, his eyes meeting mine once again.
“Don’t, baby doll. Don’t be embarrassed,” he assures me, continuing his kisses, his head dipping between my legs.
He pauses momentarily, and I feel his hot, ragged breath on my core, making me even wetter.
His hands pull my legs up so the heels of my feet are at the edge of the table, granting him better access. I could stop him, but I don’t want to.
Everything feels so good—his touch, his kiss, his breath.
His tongue runs up the slit of my core, and my breath hitches. That felt so good.
He lightly kisses my swollen clit, making me moan and lie back on the table. He continues to lick my clit, causing me to arch my back into him.
