She gasps as I crash my lips over hers, claiming that bottom lip I’d been thinking about earlier. I let go of it with a pop and listen to her breathing hitch into overdrive. Her breasts are heaving, her nipples pebbled hard against my chest. She wants me. Even in the dark, she wants me. Wants this.
“Now you can talk. What are the rules?”
“I don’t want to think.”
Her answer slows my roaming fingers.
“About what?”
“About how much I hate you and how much I want you at the same time.”
“I can get on board with that.”
“About how long it’s been since I’ve kissed someone,” she mutters into the darkness.
“And how long has that been, Ava?” I ask gravelly, pressing a hot kiss to the spot just below her ear and dragging my mouth down her neck.
“Years,” she moans out breathily, and I stop.
“Years? As in multiple years? Baby, no wonder you’re always so pissed off.”
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, asshole. I’m starting to regret this.”
A dark chuckle erupts from me while I turn us around and set her cute little butt up on the countertop, lifting the hem of her dress just enough so I can settle between her thighs. I pull her back in for a hot kiss that leaves us both breathless. She begins toying with the buttons of my white button up.
“Rules?” I pant out, trying to catch my breath.
“No penetration.”
“With?”
“Your cock is not allowed in my pussy.”
“Well, I didn’t plan on just slamming it in there.”
“That’s good to know.”
“But I like how the wordscockandpussyjust roll off your tongue.”
“You’re filthy.”
“You have no idea. Plus, you said them first.”
“Whatever.”
I chuckle against her lips.
“Fine then, I won’t slam my hard cock into your pussy, but you are welcome to touch it if you please. Now, may I please touch you?”
Her breath hitches in her throat.
“Everything else is fair game,” she rushes out as she finishes my last button and pulls my shirt open as if she’s dying to get her hands on my skin.
A soft moan escapes my lips when she untucks my shirt and slides her silky fingers beneath the hem of my undershirt, making contact with my skin. It’s been roughly six months since anyone has touched me, and I feel like I could explode. I shimmy out of the button up, not caring where it lands, and pull my undershirt over my head to give her unlimited access to what she so obviously wants.
Leaning back in, I grip her neck with both hands, tilting her chin up and back so that I can feast on her neck and collarbones. Little pants escape her as she allows me to start teasing her skin. I let the fingers of one hand graze down, following my mouth until I press past proper borders and graze them over the thin fabric covering her breast. A needy sound leaves her throat, and I just have to know what she’s thinking.
“Would you like me to play with these?” I ask against the shell of her ear as I cup her breasts, allowing the pads of my thumbs to draw slow, languid circles around her hard nipples.
