She moved her hips with each stroke of my finger and by the harsh breathing I can tell she’s not far from giving me what I’m after. Her hand comes over mine. A little more pressure and I have her screaming into our kiss.
Her chest rattled against mine and I inhaled every shared breath, every sweet taste of her release.
I reluctantly ended our kiss and slowly removed my hand.
Willow blinked at me, dazed as I sucked my finger clean of her juices. Her lips were swollen and red.
Her grip on my shirt loosened a little at a time and I drew her under my chin, holding her close. “Are you hungry?” she asked with her lips moving over my exposed skin.
“Not for food.” I fingered the apron ties, nuzzling her neck. “I like this.” I backed her up against the sink and pressed my hard cock against her soft belly.
Willow slid her palms up my chest and pulled my shirt loose from my pants. Her fingers worked my zipper down and she reached in to stroke my dick before cupping my balls.
Holy fuck, I’m doing to nail her so hard.
She stopped to loosen the apron around her neck.
“Leave it, but take off the blouse and shorts.” I wanted to pop those buttons off, but I let her tease me a button at a time as she followed my instructions.
“Do that any slower and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
I release a deep, appreciative growl the second the shorts hit the ground.
Willow raised an eyebrow at me and inch by inch removed her top. She had her panties on under her apron. I could drop to my knees now for a taste of those juices or I could feed my need to feel her gripping my cock.
I surveyed the flat kitchen surfaces. “Turn around and put your hands on the counter.”
She compiled, looking back over her shoulder at me. “Like this?”
“Now, bend over and show me that sweet, fuckable ass.”
Chapter8
WILLOW
In my fantasy, I hadn’t counted on feeling exposed, but that was exactly how I felt on tiptoe with my ass in the air.
Brody wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me against him. His other hand ran over my back. When his fingers reached my panties, he teased me with the tips until he had me shivering under his light touch.
And then he had me gasping. He moved his hand around front and pressed his palm over my pussy. His fingers stroked the front of my panties while his palm pressed into my folds. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs together in frustration. I needed the release only he could give me.
“Feel that?” His other hand moved over my breasts and his finger rolled my nipples with just the right amount of pressure. I arched and pressed into his touch, needing more skin on skin.
He chuckled lowly, “Patience, baby.” He murmured next to my ear as he tugged on my erect points.
In the polished chrome kitchen backsplash, I saw myself with Brody behind me.
He caught my gaze in the reflection. I was restless with desire. I pushed my ass against him.
“Brody,” I begged in a shuddering breath.
“Should I go down on you now?” he growled in my ear.
“No! Take me from behind.” I needed him buried deep inside me. “Please, please,” I whispered. “Right here. Right now.”
Brody’s clever fingers worked me. The only sound in the kitchen was my panting.
“Are you sure this is what you want? There’s no returning to just friends after you take me inside that sweet pussy, Willow.”