Page 16 of Not My Problem

Apparently just talking about foreplay was enough to turn me on. I pressed my thighs together as Gretchen asked, “What do you mean?”

I turned my head to look at her, the side of my face resting on top of my knees.

“I’m not, what do they call it? Multi-orgasmic? I’ve never been able to come more than once, not without a lot of recovery time.”

“Seriously?”

Why did she seem so surprised?

“Yeah, and every woman I’ve been with has told me they have the same problem.”

“Hmm.” Gretchen raised one eyebrow but didn’t elaborate.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me,” I demanded.

“It’s just that if you can’t come more than once you’ve clearly not been with the right woman.”

Gretchen

Iregretted the words the instant they were out of my mouth. Why was I going on about multiple orgasms when we couldn’t have them right now?

“Are you offering?” Zoe’s smile was pure sin. “Because you know I’d be up for a little test if you want to prove me wrong.”

I shook my head hard enough to scramble my brain. “No, we’ve been over this. It’s a bad idea.”

Or at least I was pretty sure it was. To be honest I couldn’t remember exactly why right now.

“So you said. But that kiss earlier didn’t feel like a bad idea.”

She had me there.

Before I realized what she was doing, Zoe was moving closer, throwing one leg over me to straddle my lap. She settled her slight weight on my thighs but didn’t otherwise touch me. Her eyes were amused as she watched my reaction.

“Zoe…”

“Yeah?”

She wiggled on my lap, and suddenly I couldn’t remember what I’d been about to say. Her scent filled my nostrils, bodywash, pizza, and some lotion I’d seen her slathering on her arms earlier.

We stared at each other, neither of us moving.

“Damn it,” I mumbled before giving into the temptation of cupping the back of Zoe’s head and pulling her towards me.

This time there was no hesitation. Our lips crashed together and she immediately pressed the tip of her tongue against the seam of my lips. When I opened for her, Zoe’s tongue swooped in, exploring my mouth like it was the only thing she needed in the world.

I kissed her back. Of course I did. I couldn’t resist this woman, not when just this one kiss had my panties damp and my heart pounding like it was trying to escape my chest.

How could this kiss be even hotter than the last one we’d shared? It didn’t seem possible.

Giving in to impulse, I slid one hand up between us, finding the hem of her tank top and slowly trailed my fingers over the soft skin of her belly and up to her bra. I cupped one breast in my hand, and when I gave it a little squeeze Zoe moaned against my mouth. I did it again, a little harder this time.

“Fuck.”

Zoe gasped the word as she slid her lips away from my mouth, trailing little kisses along my jaw and down to my neck. I tilted my head to the side, giving her access as she suckled my skin, not hard enough to mark me, but enough to let me know she could.