“You’d be guessing right,” she grumbles, laying her head on my chest. “You’re so comfortable.”
She places both her hands on my chest and slides them over my pecs, then down my abs.
“You know I’m sure we could find something fun and . . . energetic to do indoors,” she says, biting her lower lip and staring up at me with her bedroom eyes. I don’t know what’s changed from last night to now, but something has.
I lean forward and press my lips against hers, then say, “Shay, I told Talon I wouldn’t touch you. Are you going to make me a liar?”
She shuffles on my lap, letting me know she can feel my hardness. “He doesn’t have to know. Do you think I talk to my cousin about my sex life?” She pauses. “Even when I had one, I didn’t.”
“If he straight out asks me, I’m not going to lie,” I warn her. I don’t know what Talon will do to her that could be worse than what she’s going through now. I’m not scared of Talon, but I don’t like to go against my word.
“Then don’t,” she whispers, glancing down at my lips. “I don’t want to be selfish, but I want you. I’ll worry about whatever comes later another day. This is me letting you know.”
She moves to slide off me but I grip her hips to keep her in her place.
“Vinnie—” She opens her mouth to speak so I take the opportunity to kiss her. And I mean really kiss her. Moving my hands to cup her face, I kiss her deeply, savoring her taste, loving the way she feels pressed up against me. Her soft lips. Fuck.
She pushes her body into mine, rubbing herself against my throbbing cock. The world closes in on us as I finally get a proper taste of what I want, a forbidden taste, which makes it all that sexier. I pull back, but just so I can kiss down her neck, sucking gently, my tongue swiping across her skin. The breathy noises she starts to make drive me crazy, and I end up lifting her off me and laying her back on the couch, following her down with my mouth on hers once more.
Wanting to feel her skin, I start to lift off her dress, sliding it up her thigh, then up her stomach. She sits up and lifts her arms so I can take it off entirely, leaving her in a white lace bra and matching panties. Lana’s line about women being the ones who decide to have sex if they’re wearing sexy matching lingerie runs through my head, making me smile as my lips descend onto hers again.
Shay is something else—the way she goes after what she wants in her own way has me feeling all kinds of crazy. I kiss down her neck, her collarbone, until I reach the top of her breasts. I kiss there, then pull down the cups of her bra, squeezing her breasts in my hands, the perfect handfuls. I lick her right nipple, biting down on it gently before sucking it into my mouth. She places her hand on the back of my neck, the other resting on my head.
“Holy shit, Vinnie,” she gasps as I move my head to her other breast. While my tongue tortures her I run my hand down her stomach and slide it into her panties, sinking a single finger inside her.
She’s dripping.
“Fuck, Shay,” I groan, starting to play with her clit. “You’re so wet and ready for me.”
I sit back and lift my T-shirt off, throwing it on the floor somewhere, then stand to remove my pants. I admire Shay for a second, lying there in her bra and panties, watching me with lust in her eyes, before I kneel back on the couch and slide her panties down. I stare at her smooth skin, and my mouth starts to water just looking at her. She opens the front clasp of her bra and slides the straps down. She’s fuckin’ beautiful, every inch of her.
I undo the button on my jeans, then slide them down, my boxers following suit. I see her taking me in from head to toe, and I stay still and let her do so. I can’t wait until she explores my body with her hands and her mouth, after I explore hers. When she’s finished her perusal she flashes me the cutest fuckin’ smile and spreads her legs for me.
I’m in heaven.
THIRTEEN
Shayla
I LOVE the look in his eyes as he watches me. He likes what he sees. He grabs my breasts again and nips at them. They aren’t big, but he stares at them like they’re the most perfect set he’s ever laid eyes on.
At my age, I’ve come to completely accept myself and my body, letting go of any hang-ups I had. The key isn’t trying to be perfect, it is accepting yourself as you are and to know that to the right person, you will always be enough. I also think men don’t notice the small things we do, the imperfections we focus on.
I lose coherent thought as he starts to kiss down my stomach, then down my inner thigh. Holy shit. His brown eyes glance up at me as his tongue licks me, sliding through me before landing on my clit and flicking.
“Vinnie,” I moan, lifting my hips as he grabs them and uses them to help him bring his mouth even closer. He pulls away, making me moan again, this time in protest. He stands up and lifts me over his shoulder in one swift move, slapping my ass as he carries me up the stairs and into his room. He puts me down on my feet, then lays back on the bed and demands, “Sit on my face.”
Without hesitation, I climb up his body and do just that, lowering my pussy on his face and grabbing onto the headboard for support as he starts to eat me again. I moan loudly when he puts direct pressure on my clit with his tongue, and grind myself down on him shamelessly. The orgasm hits me out of nowhere and blinds me with its intensity.
“Oh my god,” I yell, closing my eyes and just feeling, my thighs trembling and my world spinning. He continues to torture me, even after the waves cease, so I lift my leg off him, panting, and look down at him. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins wolfishly, making me shake my head and smile back at him.