On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,51
as he slowly pushes my panties to the side with a single finger.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers.
I tremble, his fingertip tickling my labia. “No,” I answer, my entire body begging for more.
He touches my wetness, stopping as the tip of his finger pushes inside. “Are you sure?” he asks again, his intentions more than obvious.
“Yes,” I say, stealing another kiss.
He swirls his finger around my opening. It’s slick and wet, becoming even more so as he teases what my body so badly needs. I nearly shake, completely taken by the seemingly endless torment as I wait to be played with.
Drew pushes his finger inside. My mouth opens, reacting to the sensation for the first time. In and out. Firm and slow. My pussy clenches around his knuckles as steadily fucks me with his finger.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers.
I jolt as the pressure builds inside. It’s quick and uncontrollable, almost as if Drew has tapped into some secret place deep inside of me. I moan against his mouth, tempting his eager tongue to come out and taste me again. I swell, I tremble. I let passion take over as everything else fades away.
A key slides into the front door lock.
I stiffen. It turns.
“Shit!” I whisper. “It’s Jenna.”
Drew backs off, his lovely finger pulling out of me, and we quickly sit up.
The door swings open. Jenna steps inside as we shuffle into place. Her brow arches as one edge of her mouth curls.
Clearly, we weren’t fast enough.
“And just what are you two kids up to?” she asks, knowing full damn well what we’re up to.
“Watching a movie,” I squeak.
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah. I, too, find the Netflix menu absolutely riveting.”
I look at the TV, blinking twice. When did the movie end?
Jenna kicks the door closed. “I’m going to bed,” she says.
“Wait. What happened with Bobby?” I ask.
She pauses near the hallway. “Well, turns out he had frat boy on the menu tonight,” she says.
I bristle, disappointed for my friend. “Oh, that sucks. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not. They let me watch.” She winks at us, smiling proudly. “Good night, folks.”
Drew raises a curious brow. “Good night, Jenna,” he says.
I shake my head as she saunters down the hall to her room. Classic Jenna.
“She’s such an... interesting gal,” Drew says.
“She’s never boring, that’s for sure.” I grab the TV remote and flick it off. “I guess we should call it a night, too.”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Drew yanks me off the couch with him. Before I can even say a word, he hoists me up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Drew! No!” I say, laughing hard.
He carries me down the hall to my bedroom without a word and nudges the door closed behind us. My center of gravity shifts wildly as he marches toward my bed. He drops me onto it. I land on my stomach, still laughing as I bounce softly on the mattress.
Before I can flip around, Drew lowers onto the bed behind me. He plants one hand on both sides of me, preventing me from turning over as he bends down and kisses my lower back over my shirt.
I bite my lip as shivers dance up my spine. He kisses me again, traveling upward into the crevice between my shoulder blades. I feel his body hovering inches over mine as he pushes my hair to the side and kisses my neck from behind. I curl back, turning my face to meet his lips in a heated kiss that picks up right where we left off before.
Okay. Maybe we shouldn’t call it a night just yet.
His front presses against my back. I feel his erection dig into me. I purposefully push my rear backward, rubbing him, tempting him, and a groan teases the back of his throat.
He abandons my lips and nibbles on my neck again. I bow my head, trembling as he slides downward. He reaches the small of my back and raises my shirt to kiss the hidden skin beneath. I chuckle, his tongue tickling my spinal column, but that only encourages him to push my shirt up even farther.
One inch. Two inches. Another. The more he licks, the more I quiver with greed. I raise my arms and he takes the hint, pushing my shirt up over my head. I quickly toss it aside and settle into place as his lips return to fire delicious sparks throughout my body.
Drew kisses downward again. I instinctively push my rear against him and