“Do you … want something to drink? We could watch TV,” I offer, voice a little higher than I intended.
He turns to face me, his gaze warmly tracking over me. “Come here.”
I take three steps and then his strong arms draw me in close to his chest. His masculine scent washes over me as his mouth lowers to mine. His kiss is so soft at first, exploratory and sweet. But then I lift up onto my toes and bring my hands around to the back of his neck, threading them into his hair, and then Justin’s lifting me in his arms like I weigh nothing at all.
“I’ve been waiting a week for that kiss.” His voice is husky and I smile, bringing my lips to his again. We kiss again, my lips parting to accept his tongue. I suck it into my mouth and he makes a low noise in his throat.
“Do you want to watch TV?” he asks, a little breathless.
I wrap my legs around his hips and I can feel that he’s already hard.
This is moving so much faster than I imagined and I have exactly zero issues with that.
“No,” I murmur. “I’m good.” In fact, I’m completely fine with the direction this night is heading.
His mouth moves to my neck, which he treats to warm, slow kisses and I practically melt into his arms. It feels so nice.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks, voice tight.
“Down the hall.” I squirm, lifting my chin to give him even better access to my neck.
With purposeful strides, Justin carries me down the short hallway to my room, his lips still at my throat. My heartbeat ratchets up to eight thousand beats per minute.
He lowers me down to the edge of the bed, and suddenly I’m eye level with his groin. I can see the material of his dress pants straining with his excitement.
He looks down at me in amusement. “See something you want?”
I look up and nod at him. “Very much.”
Palming him through his pants, I watch for his reaction. His eyes are dark and stormy and filled with want. But he doesn’t react, just lets me touch him lightly, squeezing the firm ridge.
When I begin to unbutton his pants, his hands on my wrists stop me. “If you think I’m going to let you do that before I touch you, you’re insane.”
He releases my wrists, and then draws my shirt off over my head. And then his talented fingers are reaching back and unclasping my bra. It slides down my arms and he drops it beside the bed, his gaze leaving mine to track hotly down my body.
He groans. “You’re perfect.”
He helps me to my feet, and standing in this position, our height difference is so exaggerated, the top of my head barely clears his chin.
After removing his jacket, his hands span over my ribs and then slide up to cup my breasts. They’re small, but perky and he makes a pleased sound as he caresses me.
His mouth latches onto mine, and we kiss deeply for several long moments as he caresses my breasts, lighting pinching my nipples. I feel his touch as though it’s between my legs instead of on my breasts, and I give a soft moan.
His lips move to my throat while his hands move down to unbutton my pants. He shoves them down over my hips and then works one hand inside my panties, rubbing me with soft touches that are teasing and gentle and make me hungry for more.
“Mmm … Justin,” I moan as my pulse thrums in my veins.
His mouth leaves my neck and he straightens, watching me as he slowly sinks one thick finger inside me. “That feel good?” His voice is so deep and husky. My nipples pebble at the sound of it.
I bite my lower lip, nodding. Clutching his firm biceps while his fingers continue to do magical things to my body, I let out a soft whimper.
“I need a taste,” he whispers, pressing one more brief kiss to my damp lips before dropping to his knees on the floor in front of me.
With a hungry look in his eyes, he brings his mouth to my core and treats me to a slow wet lap of his tongue that makes my knees tremble. My thighs part automatically, but I touch his shoulder in protest.
“You don’t have to do that…” I groan. “Last time…”
“Last time I enjoyed myself immensely. And I thought you did too,” he murmurs, his teeth lightly grazing the soft flesh of my inner thigh.
Oh God. I shudder, remembering what those teeth can do.
“Yes, but I mean you were left …” I wiggle my eyebrows and make a point of looking down at his crotch.
He shakes his head, frowning. “Last time I abandoned you alone at my apartment while I snuck your brother out like a coward.”
Now I’m just confused. I thought that was the right thing to do. At the time, I was nothing but appreciative of his quick thinking. “What else would you have done?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Man up. Talk to him.” His hands skim my hips, and he pulls me down onto the bed so I’m sitting and we’re closer to eye-level.
“And say what?” I stare at him, confused. “That we messed up and drunkenly slept together months ago and it almost ruined everything, but now we’ve decided to just give in to our lust and have a re-do.”
He rubs one hand along the back of his neck. “Yeah, it does sound kind of fucking insane when you word it like that.”
I chuckle, dryly. “There’s no other way to word it. We’re friends. With a couple of extra fringe benefits. He does not need to know about this, Justin. He can’t.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and then he nods. “I know. You’re right.”
Hands sliding along my waist, he reaches one breast and touches my nipple, lightly pinching it. And the mood I just ruined? Comes roaring back to life.
Justin grabs my thighs and pulls me close. I fall back onto my elbows as he resumes his task from before—teasing me with light licks and kisses against my core.
His hands hold me in place—with my thighs spread for him—and he doesn’t stop until I’m panting in pleasure and moving beneath him, rocking my hips into his mouth shamelessly.
“Oh God,” I groan, the sound long and throaty.
He looks up at me, mouth still working and smirks. “You keep calling me that and I’m going to develop a complex.”
Pushing one hand into his hair, I thrust my hips up, rubbing myself all over his lips and tongue. I’m so close. Right there. And he’s fucking teasing me. But then he lightly bites my clit as his finger slides home and I go off like a bottle rocket on the Fourth of July.
Waves of intense pleasure pulse over me, one after the other while Justin watches me from beneath those dark lashes, his finger moving slowly and surely as if to draw out my pleasure. This man knows exactly how to use the gifts God blessed him with.
Finally, the waves subside and I lay back against the bed, body loose and languid. Rising from his spot on the floor, he leans over me, stripping his shirt off so we’re bare chest to bare chest. It feels divine.
“You are so sexy when you come.” He kisses me deeply while I cling to him, bringing my arms around the tense muscles of his back. “And I was totally kidding before. You can call me God anytime you want.”
He rocks into me, letting me feel how hard he is and my body suddenly gets a lot of new ideas.
I kiss him one last time and then meet his eyes with a determined gaze. “Get naked.”
He grins. “Yes ma’am.”
16
Perfection
Justin
Obeying Elise’s command, I strip out of my pants and boxer briefs in about three seconds flat and join her on her bed. I’m so hard and eager, it’s almost embarrassing. I’m visualizing my arsenal of mental images to slow this train down—you know, like your grandma at the beach in a bikini or an old man walking out of the sauna at the gym, butt ass naked—to keep myself in check so I can hold out for longer than a teenage boy losing his virginity.
Thankfully Elise doesn’t seem to mind. She chews on her lower lip as her gaze tracks down over my chest and abs to where a certain part of my anatomy is more than a little excited to see her.
“Oh,” she says, smiling at me, as she reaches one hand out to lightly touch my cock. Even the slightest touches from her feel incredible.
Rubbing her palm along the length of me, Elise moves to my side where she perches on her knees.
Knowing we have all night to enjoy each other, well let’s just say, my body has plenty of ideas on exactly how we can spend our time.
She grabs a pillow and puts it behind me. “Lay down,” she orders, voice firm but still soft.
I shoot her a curious look. “I didn’t know you were so bossy in bed.”
She grins. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
That is a very true statement. I didn’t know that her tits were so perfect that I’ll have a hard time ever topping the image of her naked, or that she trembles so hard after she comes that I have to hold her to my chest until her shudders fade.
But, entertained by her, I lay back against the pillow she was thoughtful enough to provide and wait for what happens next.