Page 8 of Being Hospitable


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Damn, it’d been a minute since I’d kissed a woman this long and this deep. The feel of her in my arms, her soft body pressed against mine, and the faint sweet scent of cocoa butter all worked together urging me to drag this out as long as possible. Was I still trying to just prove a point? Ma was somehow flipping the script, and if she kept moving like she was I’d need to jerk off and still take a cold shower afterward.

Abandoning her mouth, I ran my nose along her jawline and lightly nipped at her earlobe. “Ready to amend your assessment?” I whispered.

I pulled back to get a better look at her. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy, and nipples diamond-hard.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip before she broke out into a smile. “It would seem I was wrong.” She stopped and ran her pointer finger down my chest until she got to the waistband of my boxers. “But...you’ve not completed the job.”

Aww shit now. She was full of surprises. When she glanced up at me, the look on her face was something between lust and a little uncertainty. Nah, if she wanted this game to continue, she’d have to make the next move. I took three steps back and spread my arms wide.

“If you’re feeling froggy, Ma. Then you best jump now.”

She frowned. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I got condoms and time.”

She crossed her arms and tapped her finger against her mouth. Her gaze dropped to my aching dick then she took a breath and smiled wide. Gaze locked on mine, she lowered her shorts.

“Ribbit.”

7

Lana

Holy shit did I say that? The broad smile on Emilio’s face indicated I had in fact lost all my senses. But damn, that kiss, not to mention the thickness hiding behind the thin boxer briefs he wore. And the fact he seemed to be into me. How the hell did I go from thinking he was the most annoying person on the planet to standing in just my underwear ready to jump his bones?

He held his hand out toward me and I slipped mine in. I followed him from the command center, down the hall to the double door entrance of his bedroom. All the while thinking of the things I’d hoped he’d do to me because if he could kiss like that, then what other magical things could he do with his tongue?

When he let go, the emptiness was instant. I kept my attention on his ass as he walked over to his single nightstand to the right of his king-sized bed. What was I doing? Was I really about to have sex with a man I barely knew and couldn’t say with certainty I even liked?

Emilio pulled out a row of condoms, set the

m on the wooden surface then dropped his briefs. My mouth went dry and his exposed dick acted as a magnet to my tingling pussy.

Yes. The answer was yes. Yes I was. And I was going to enjoy the hell out of it. Hopefully.

Onto the bed he went. Arms behind his head, legs spread wide, erection at attention and ready for action.

“All yours, Ma.”

I tilted my head. “You’re the one with something to prove. Shouldn’t you be working harder to seduce me?”

He smiled, licked those magnificent lips, and started stroking himself. His hand went down and back up with a gentle twist of his wrist. Down again, back up and then a slow circle over the darker head. “Ma, you’re in my room, wearing nothing but your underwear, and watching me like a thirsty woman starin’ down a glass of ice water. I’d say you’re plenty seduced.”

I swallowed hard and tried not to visibly shudder at his cocky words. The dampness between my legs was undeniable and the friction of my nipples against the fabric of my bra acted as micro torture. That and the fact he wasn’t crowding me. He seemed in no hurry to “seal the deal” as it were. And damn if his hands-off approach wasn’t somehow both sweet and annoyingly fucking effective in making me want him more.

He maintained eye contact while continuing to pleasure himself. I’d never watched a man masturbate, but damn if it wasn’t a mesmerizing sight. Part of me wanted to let him continue, but another part of me was inexplicably jealous that his hand was on himself and not me.

“Again with more hot air. It takes more than the sight of a big dick to get me in the mood.”

The bastard laughed. He stopped his action and inched to the foot of the bed then made the come here motion. As if on an invisible string, I glided toward him. Once in reach, he placed his warm hands on my waist and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on my stomach. I gripped his shoulders to steady myself.

Emilio looked up at me as he ran his hands down my hips and across until his thumbs met in the center. Gracious, when had eye contact become such a turn on? Or maybe it was just him, and the disarming, laser focus he emitted. Eyes never leaving my face, he stroked ever so softly up and down over my thin panties, no doubt feeling the evidence of my lie.

“You’re overdressed.”

I ran my tongue along the back of my teeth. “Well, maybe you should take some initiative and rectify that situation.”

Without a word, he rose to full height and in mere seconds I was liberated of my bra.

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