Page 547 of One More Kiss

Mick

I delvedmy fingers into her hair and kissed her hard, tangling my tongue with hers. She moved upward, trailing her hands over my chest and shoulders. I missed her hands and mouth on my cock, but honestly, it was better this way. When I came for the first time, I wanted to be deep inside her.

I smoothed my hands up her sides and over her ribs, testing the weight of her full breasts in my palms, feeling the tight little nipples harden as I slid my thumbs over them. Her hips shifted on top of me, and I felt the moist heat through her panties as my dick pulsed, eager to sink inside her. I slid my hand down the curve of her waist and between her legs. Delving beneath the material of her panties, I let out a strangled sound when my fingers slipped through her drenched folds. “Damn, you're so wet.”

“That's what you do to me every time you touch me.”

Her words turned me on more than I could say, and my cock hardened to the point of pain. “Goddamn, Andrea. You're so fucking sexy.”

I grabbed her ass, pulling her closer as I ground against her. I wished we were closer than skin. All I could think about was sinking inside her for the first time. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. Mostly, though, I was just turned on. My dick was so hard it hurt, and rubbing against her folds increased my desire rather than alleviating it.

She broke away and stared down at me for a second. “Are you sure?”

“Sure I want you?” I let out a half laugh. “Hell yes.”

I was tired of waiting. I wanted to feel the pleasure of sex, and I wanted to share that with Andrea. I didn’t have a fucking clue what I was doing—but I was going to figure it out as I went along. Shifting my weight, I rolled us so Andrea was pinned beneath me, my body suspended in the cradle of her hips. I dipped my head and kissed her full mouth, then over her jaw, down the sleek column of her neck.

I reached her bare breasts and took the tight peak of one into my mouth. She smelled so fucking good and tasted even better. Her little pink nipple was firm yet silky against my tongue, and I couldn’t get enough. Andrea hissed in a little breath, her hands moving to the back of my head, and I licked and teased until she writhed beneath me.

“Mick!”

Her voice was pitched low, but I could hear the thread of urgency under her words. Her knees tightened around my hips, and she arched upward, pressing her groin against mine. As much as I wanted to draw it out, I knew I would never be able to resist her if she kept it up. I was already damn near ready to come, and I wasn’t even inside her yet. Abandoning her breast I moved south, kissing my way down her sternum and along the narrow line that bisected her torso. I reached the waistband of her panties, and she let out a little sigh. “You don’t have to…”

She trailed off as I stroked her through the silky fabric, and I smiled when I glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed, teeth buried in her lower lip, head tipped slightly back in anticipation. Hooking my fingers in the elastic, I drew them down her legs then dropped them to the floor. Her legs dropped open a fraction, and I palmed her inner thighs, spreading them wide and revealing the most intimate part of her.

My thumbs traced little circles over her skin, each pass moving closer and closer to her pussy. Her legs quivered, and the sight of the glistening wetness at the apex of her thighs sent a thrill through me. Knowing that she was turned on—that I’d done this to her—there was no better feeling in the world.

This was the furthest I’d ever gone with a woman, and doubt began to creep in again. I wanted to make it good for her, but I wasn’t entirely certain what to do. The little kernel of uncertainty was extinguished a moment later when Andrea shifted restlessly and a little whimper escaped her throat.

“Mick, please…”

She let out a soft hiss as I glided my middle finger along her cleft, a barely-there touch that had her squirming. Her skin was soft and silky under my fingertips, and I couldn’t fucking wait to taste her. Lowering my head, I flicked my tongue over the hard little bundle of nerves. In response, Andrea jerked, and I grinned.

Delving back in, I lapped up her juices, licking up her slit from bottom to top, then taking her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Her thighs trembled where they rested on either side of my shoulders, and her hands curled into the fabric of the comforter. I thrust two fingers deep inside her, and she slapped one hand over her mouth to stifle her moan of pleasure.

Damn, I wished we were alone so she could scream out her release for me. I wanted to push her over the edge, watch her come undone in my arms. I wanted to be the one responsible for that. Her pussy gripped my fingers like a vice, and her juices trickled down my hand. I continued to finger-fuck her, massaging her walls, stretching her. I dipped my head and sucked hard on her clit, and Andrea arched violently, throwing her head back with a soft cry as she came hard.

My dick swelled and I ground my hips into the comforter, trying desperately to contain my arousal. Clamping down on every shred of restraint I had, I forced myself to focus on Andrea and ignore the pulsing heat racing through my body. I continued my thrusts, keeping them lighter this time, and allowed her to ride out the orgasm.

With a final shudder, her body went limp. I dropped a kiss on her hip bone then pulled my hand free of her slick folds. Clear blue eyes blinked open and met mine, and I levered myself over her for a soft kiss. “Good?”

Her chest rose and fell on a deep inhale before she responded. “So good.”

Before I realized what was happening, she pressed her hands to my chest and shoved me to my back. Her hot little hand wrapped around my dick, and I jerked a little at the contact, hissing in a breath as she increased the pressure. “Holy fuck, babe… I can’t…”

I was already perilously close to embarrassing myself, and heat swept over my body at the feel of her hand on me. I couldn’t last much longer like this. I needed to be inside her. My mouth parted, but the words wouldn’t come out. Thank God Andrea seemed to read my mind, because she shifted slightly to the side and I heard the slide of the nightstand drawer.

I opened my eyes just in time to see Andrea pass a small foil packet my way. Though I’d never used one, I knew exactly what it was. I slipped the condom from the wrapper and rolled the flat, rubbery disc between my fingers. I stared at it, the heat of humiliation creeping up my spine. I was caught between wanting to laugh and cry. I didn't even know how to work the goddamn thing.

“Here.” Her soft hand slipped it from my fingers. “Let me.”

She pressed the center of the disc to the crown of my dick, and I let out a soft groan as she worked it down my shaft. All my confidence leached away, leaving me feeling inept. Thank God, Andrea didn't say a word. She seemed to understand my dilemma, because she didn't even give me a chance to move. She shifted her body so she straddled my hips, grasping my shaft with one hand as she notched the head of my cock against her slick entrance.

I grabbed her waist and clenched my eyes closed as she lowered herself onto me. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

Fire spread through my body as she lifted herself up and down on top of me. I gritted my teeth as she began to move faster and faster. I curled my fingers into her soft flesh, a silent plea for her to slow down, to show me some mercy. “Oh, fuck, sweetheart… I can’t… I’m…”

“I've got this,” she whispered next to my ear. “Just let go.”

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