Page 17 of Swept Away

“Oh…”

My voice catches, my body jolting against his arms as the wet parts throb under his hand.

I could easily come.

The thought that someone I didn’t even know an hour ago has talked his way into my place and then convinced me to do this makes me blush.

Tiny motions encircle my clit, and I could come only from that when he removes his hand and lowers himself in front of me.

I watch him push my waistband to my hips and then run his thumb along the seam of my shorts and my slit through the fabric.

“You’re perfectly wet, baby,” he says as I watch him in disbelief, yet with increased interest.

He flicks his eyes up, and I squeeze the edge of the kitchen island, biting my lip, still nervous about the whole thing.

I've got butterflies in my stomach from the pressure of his touch.

He was dead serious when he said what he just said.

He moves the tip of his tongue up the seam of my shorts, his eyes locked with mine.

And then he nips at my pussy through my shorts.

And rolls his tongue.

And kisses me through my bottoms.

And I open my legs wider.

And then he laughs against my sex.

“You didn’t think I would do it, did you?” he says, pulling up and snaking his arms around the back of my thighs.

In one move, he hops me onto the kitchen island and sets my feet on the edge.

“You need to relax. And I’ll make you come.”

That won’t be too hard.

If he doesn’t touch me now, I’ll stay forever grumpy.

“Ass up,” he says, and I push myself up, propping myself on my shoulders.

He tugs at my shorts, and once he peels them off completely, he taps my thigh lightly to make me lie down.

Slowly, he rolls my shorts down and drops them on the floor before shifting his attention to me.

His eyes glint with lust as he takes me in with my legs open, fully naked, and my knees up, my everything open to him.

He runs the back of his knuckles over my flesh, a knowing smile curving his lips.

“Look how wet you are,” he says, rolling his fingers into my wetness and lifting them up so I can see it.

He drags his tongue up his fingers before pushing them into his mouth and sucking them clean.

First, he unbuckles his belt and tears it off.

I watch it as it dangles from his hand.