AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She notices my gaze and quirks her eyebrow. “Oh, Amanda was just helping me pick out an outfit.” Tilting her head to one side, she grins as she opens the door wider. “Come on in.”
What an outfit it is. A sleek, curve-hugging black dress that exposes her milky-white shoulders and shows just enough of her legs to remind me what my hands feel like gripping those thick thighs. The amount of cleavage the dress shows off, enough to tease, makes me want to rip it off her right here in the hall.
“I’m almost done,” she says as she sashays through her apartment toward the bedroom.
I follow her inside, shutting the door behind me, trying not to look as though I’ve been here before, seen this all before. It’s easy to fake, because I have no interest in eying up her quirky decorations or her much neater than yesterday living room. The only thing I care about seeing is her—naked, sweaty, and grinding underneath me.
As if she can sense my thoughts, she glances back and gives me a shy smile. “Make yourself at home.”
So I follow her straight into the bedroom. “I can but I can’t promise it won’t get messy,” I murmur in her ear, wrapping my arms around her from behind. She stills in the doorway, grinning over her shoulder, her black hair falling to one side as she looks up at me.
“It’s going to be hard to finish doing my makeup if you don’t let go,” she points out, though she makes no move to pull out of my grasp.
I pull her around to face me in response. “You don’t need it.” I mean it too. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” I dip to press my lips to hers, savoring her familiar taste. She relaxes against me, and I part her lips with my tongue, flicking it against hers.
When we break apart, she sighs softly.
I don’t give her time to recover. I pull her into the living room, pinning her back against the window so the cool glass chills her warm body. Out on the street, passing cars speed by, and a couple of people outside the bar trade cigarettes. No one looks up at us.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” I lean in to nip at her ear. “You’re driving me insane, Skye.”
Her leg hitches up to curve around the back of my thigh, drawing me in closer, tighter. “You started it,” she tells me in a playful voice. Then it dips into a husky, more serious tone. “I want you so bad, all the time…”
“Not like I want you.” My voice comes out almost a growl. “Not the way I need you.” Not the way I’m scared to fucking death you’ll find out, you’ll hate me, and then I’ll never be able to feel you again.
My hands had already dropped to her waist—now they slide her skirt up her thighs. I step between her legs, parting them. Sucking her earlobe between my lips, I roll her earring along my tongue.
“I’ve never felt like this,” she breathes, her breath a hot sigh against my cheek. “It’s only the second time we’ve seen each other and already…” She leaves that sentence unfinished, dangling, as my fingers brush over her panties, start to edge those down her legs. “It’s crazy, isn’t it?” she rasps.
My stubble scratches her cheek as I lift my face. “It’s not,” I say, gazing into those huge, innocent blue eyes. Eyes that see straight through me, into the heart of me, and somehow, miraculously, she doesn’t turn tail and run. Even though she should. Fuck, she should.
“I see you all the time. Every day, every night,” I say. Her heart beats so fast I can feel her pulse flutter when my other hand reaches up to cup her neck in my palm. The confession tastes bittersweet on my lips. I’ll tell you what I can, Skye, but not everything. Never the whole story. “Every time I blink I see you. I see you spread across my bed every time I fall into it. I’ve fucked you so many times, tasted your pussy in my thoughts so much, I’ve lost count.”
I pull her flimsy pink panties the rest of the way down, and cup her ass, squeezing hard as I step closer, until my hard erection digs into her stomach through the fabric of my jeans. She squirms against me, and a jolt of electric pleasure shoots through my body.
I watch her eyes widen, her cheeks flush, as she witnesses the hungry look I give her. I brush the back of her neck, gathering her hair in my fist, and she shivers against me. “Do you think about me when I’m gone, Skye?”
Her cheeks flare an even brighter red, which makes me smirk.
“Tell me about it.”
She meets my gaze steadily, despite the way her breathing has sped up, her heart still pounding against the heel of my palm where I caress her neck. “In the shower, I think of you in front of me, running your hands all over my body.”
I let my hand fall from under her skirt now, pull my other hand away from her hair slowly. Then I take a step back, my eyes alight. “Show me.”
Still blushing, but still locking eyes with me, she runs her hands over her body, tracing her curves, squeezing her shoulders, her breasts, her hips, her ass. She lets one hand drop to her thigh, and inch up it, pulling her dress with it. “I think about your eyes. The way they look at me,” she almost purrs. “I think about your tongue. When you’re tracing it in circles around my nipples.”
Her other hand circles one breast, her nipple so hard at the touch I can see it even through the fabric of her dress and her bra.
My dick goes fucking crazy. “Take your dress off,” I order.
She does, her back still pressed to the window as she peels the fabric over her head and lets it fall in a puddle at her feet. Her panties still hang around her knees where I left them, and she steps out of them before she reaches back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall on top of the pile of clothes next to her.
“Show me what you do when you think about me.” It’s physically painful, the strain of my erection against my zipper, but I ignore it because I can’t stop watching her move. She pinches her nipple, then pulls hard as she closes her eyes, her lips parted in a soft gasp. Her other hand travels over the soft plane of her stomach, along the edge
of her hips, until her fingers brush over her pussy. She bites her lips, and then looks up at me from under her long, dark lashes as she skims the outline of her lower lips, flicking her clit lightly. Teasing herself and me in the process.
“I think about your hard body pressed against mine, the water falling over both of us in the shower as you lean into me. I think about you shoving me against the tile wall.” She leans against the window, her bare back exposed to all the world below, her head still tilted to the side, straight white teeth toying with her lip.
