I exhale tersely, wondering how offended she’s going to be when I try to undo her pants.
But perhaps there is another way to communicate. She was living in the United States when shit hit the fan, so there’s a good chance she knows at least a few English words. And one, in particular, might be very helpful in this situation.
I bring my hands to the button at her waist.
I arc a brow.“Please…”
Her face pinches, but after several long seconds, she gives a curt nod.
Success…
I undo the button, but before traveling further south, I lift her shirt gently, kissing the soft curve of her stomach. She sucks in a shuddering breath. She may have a calm, stone exterior, but that doesn’t mean she’s without sensitivity.
I breathe her in deeply, savoring the aura of warmth she exudes. Her fingers timidly lace my hair. She’s shaking. Whether it’s from pent-up frustration or fear, I’m not sure, but I aim to turn her bones to jelly.
I bring her shirt up above her small, shapely breasts. She does nothing to help or hinder me. She just stares.
Is that fire behind a wall of curiosity? She’s so damn hard to read.
Which is…kind of a turn-on.
She lets me kiss just under her breasts, her body growing rigid as I work my way up the curve. Her nipples are puckered into tantalizing points I can’t help but suck into my mouth, but the moment my lips close around a bud, she gasps.
Unsure, I pull away, but her hands dig into the back of my scalp, encouraging me to continue.
I roll my tongue around her nipple playfully, switching between the two, licking, sucking, and tugging them between my teeth.
My dick is going fucking bonkers, and it’s only going to get worse. Because I’m not entirely sure he’s invited to this party.
I let go of her shirt, letting it drape across my face so I can pull down her pants. Suki seems to follow my lead, wiggling her hips with an urgency that tells me she’s totally down for what I’m dishing.
Her pants and panties tear down her legs, and all at once, I’m hit with Suki’s intoxicating, musky aroma.
God, it’s been so fucking long since I’ve been with a woman. I’m talkingrealllllybeen with one, and I aim to drive Suki wild, making her scream my name.
Ehhh, screaming is probably ill-advised with her children asleep in the next room, but I’d be happy with a low mewl.
I kiss down her stomach, lower, dipping my tongue into her belly button on my way towards sweet heaven. I nuzzle her small tuft of hair. She squeezes her thighs together. I bring a hand up and trace my finger down her slick seam.
Words pour from her mouth. I assume it’s some prayer to whatever God she worships. Maybe it’s to several.
Fuck, if I’m going to do this, I need better range. I need to fucking devour her.
I grab her trim waist, lift her, and set her down on the porcelain sink. Her fingers dig into my shoulder as she lets out a yelp.
I hadn’t intended to startle her, but it’s not exactly easy to communicate. And besides, she’ll thank me later with sweet, affectionate syllables I’ll never understand.
Unable to hold myself back any longer, I press my face to her pussy and eat.
* * *
SUKI
“What the hell are you doing?” I shout, completely appalled by Trent’s vulgar act. Not that he can understand me.
“Yea-u-like….”he mumbles.
I don’t know what it means, but judging by his moans, I think it’s gratifying him to lick me.