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My tongue trails back up to her lips that hang open, breaths pushing her tits against me more. I lock my mouth back around hers, one hand holding her hair hostage while the other dips below the waistband of her panties to get a better grip on her ass.
I feel like a teenager again, trying to find any way to get her to rub against me, the hardness between my legs straining and fighting to be freed.
A hesitation slows her kisses and I wonder where her mind went.
“What,” is the only word I can get out, hating the moment I had to break our kiss. I dance my fingers along her thigh, the hem of her shirt brushing against my hand.
There’s a tattoo I didn’t know she had. Of course, how would I know what she was hiding under her pants until I got her out of them? A bouquet of pink flowers soften around a camera, proving how dedicated she truly is to this career.
I lower myself for a closer look, my eyes level with her most intimate parts. She crosses her ankles in an attempt at modesty, blocking my view of her panties. The gentle pad of my thumb runs along the colorful patch of skin. One word scrolls in the lens: focus.
“Focus huh?” I asked not expecting an answer as my thumb ventures closer to the apex of her thigh. I am focused. Laser focused on exploring as much of her as she will let me.
The flashes are like a reminder, signaling every time I should move, or give a new pose. Except nothing I am doing now is for the camera and every part of it is for her. I trail my finger under her shirt, finding the elastic of her panties and skimming my finger along it. I rest my head against her thigh and feel her skin react with goosebumps.
She tries to catch her breath to answer me, her hands perched on my shoulders. I nestle my face closer to the apex between her legs like a man praying, begging for salvation by way of sin. I grip my hand around her thigh, slowly pulling her legs further apart. I wait for her to object, to put a stop to this before it goes further.
All I get are silent pleas in the form of labored breaths and her hand raising from my shoulder into my hair.
“It’s weird seeing you without that trademark beanie,” she says, trying to play it off like she isn’t already dampening her panties.
“Focus, Carter, remember?”
“Maybe I want to focus on your hair. It’s so soft, is that because you keep it locked up under that hat all the time? Do you have a bunch of beanies or do you wear the same one nonstop?”
Is she rambling because she is nervous or because she thinks the pause will make me retreat?
“Carter,” I repeat her name, looking up at her from where I stay on my knees. The floor is cold through my jeans which is lowering my body temperature, which is quickly rising the longer I stay this close to her.
“Sorry, I -um this isn’t what I expected when I came here. Honestly, I thought this was going to be another assistant errand or...”
The rambling is adorable and all, but I can't stand this tension any longer. I need to kiss her again. The first time I barely got to register what was happening so I didn’t commit it to memory hard enough.
I can't stop thinking about how her lips felt around my cock. At this moment, I need her lips on mine. So I rise to my feet and take them.
She has the wall to keep her upright as I push our lips together, my hand under her chin moving it to just the right angle to take full advantage. She tastes like coffee and I can feel it pushing energy into every crack of my body.
My bones feel like they are pulsing.
My mind is racing a million miles a second.
My hair is on edge like someone rubbed a balloon over my entire body, the static electricity everywhere.
I feel every place that our bodies touch, doing everything in my power to get more connection, more places the current can pass between us.
A silent prayer plays through my mind as my hands grab for her ass and I have full access. It fills my hand and I try my damndest to hold as much as possible. My other hand ventures back, grabbing her and pulling her up to wrap her legs around me.
She has decided that my hair is her favorite handle and hasn’t let it go the entire time. I am already addicted to how she tugs on it, mimicking the way I used her braids to get her where I wanted.
I just about come in my pants when she tugs it hard and licked along my neck before nibbling my earlobe.
“Fuck, don’t do that again,” I beg.
She snaps her head up to look me in the eye, her lids hooded in lust but her eyes glazed with sadness.
“No, no not because I don’t like it. Because I like it too damn much.”
“Well in that case…” she starts before lowering her head again and sucking where my shoulder and collarbone meet. My cock was stiff as a board before but now it could cut a fucking house in half. My hips instinctively buck up towards where her legs are open for me, driving home that I am enjoying this more than she could even know.
