I am. Hard enough that I feel like I’m about to explode in her hand.
There are other places I’d rather be when that happens.
I run my fingers between her legs, feeling how wet she is for me, and don’t hesitate any longer. I line myself up, and claiming her mouth in a kiss, I thrust in.
She wraps her legs around me, and I have to stand still for a moment to avoid completely humiliating myself. My body is begging me to rock against her, to sink in deeper. Again and again until I forget every word in the English language. But Itake a deep breath before pulling out partway and thrusting in again, Nora’s crossed legs urging me on.
Groaning at the sensation, I bow my head to kiss her. I kiss my way down her face, her delicate throat, and am then foiled by the top of her dress. But it’s loose, and it can’t hold back a determined man. I nuzzle my face into it, kissing the soft swell of her breasts, running my tongue over the mesh material of her thin bra—all while I move inside her. I use one hand to tug the fabric lower, and I wrap the other around her ass, bringing her closer, burying myself in deeper with each thrust.
“You feel so good,” she says, the purr of her voice propelling my thrusts. “Yes, just like that.”
I take off my glasses and whip them at the counter.
“Oh, now he means business,” she says with a breathy laugh, which is probably the only time anyone has teased me while I’m actually inside of them.
“You’re fucking right, I do.” I grip her hair as I kiss her hard, timing it with my thrust, and she makes a sound of approval in my mouth. Her heels are digging into my back, and I like it. God, I like everything about this moment, even the ice cream melting on the counter, sticky against my hand.
Every sensation is adding up, building higher and higher, and when I feel her tightening around me, her legs cinching tighter too, I know I’m about to come tumbling down.
I break our kiss, panting, as I thrust in again. And I watch her eyes flutter shut as she arcs her neck back and pushes into me, as if she’s as desperate for my dick as I am for her. She gasps, and her body clenches in a way that makes it impossible for me to do anything but follow her.
As if I mind. I’d follow her anywhere. Into the woods. Off a cliff. Into a big box shop.
It feels like we’re free-falling through the air, everythingaround us gone except for each other and the feeling that everything has just changed.
And the worry that perhaps nothing has.
I kiss her again, more softly, and then pull back, feeling foolish suddenly, because I didn’t even fully take my damn shorts off. Feeling euphoric too.
I laugh.
She nudges my arm, smiling, her dress drooping in the front where I tugged on it.
“Would you like that ice cream now?” she asks, her eyes shining.
“Yeah, I think I might.” I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. “Do you want to use the bathroom first?”
Her eyes lower to my still partially hard dick with the full condom on it. “I think your need is greater.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I pause for long enough to reclaim my glasses, which are covered in a film of melted ice cream. She smiles as she watches me.
I clean myself and my glasses up in the bathroom, and when I return to the kitchen, Nora’s scooping ice cream into bowls. The melted ice cream cone has been cleaned off the counter.
“Oh, you didn’t need to do that.” I can feel myself flushing as I point to the place where the cone had been tossed aside.
Dammit, I’m never going to be able to make myself toast without thinking about fucking Nora in this kitchen, am I? It’s not a bad problem, but the yearning might drive me around-the-bend crazy if she won’t let me touch her again.
“Were you planning to save the melted ice cream for later?” she asks, those fierce eyebrows arched. “You seem to have a taste for it.”
“I have a taste for you.” I hesitate, not wanting to ask for what I want, or at least not all of it. But I need to know whatshe’s thinking. “I realize you’re confused, and I get that. I’m not trying to put pressure on you, but was this a one-time-only thing? I need to know if I should start adjusting my expectations.”
She smiles at me, but there’s a raw, wounded look in her eyes.
“No, the damage is done. We might as well continue fucking each other for now.” Her teasing tone doesn’t match the expression on her face.
I don’t like the sound of the first part of her pronouncement, although the second is more promising.
