Love Her - Andrea Johnston Page 0,62
coming together, we battle for control, our tongues tangling as our hands grip and tug at clothing. Her core grinds into me, and the thoughts of what I’d like to do to her consume me once again.
“Baby.” Panting as I fight to fill my lungs with air, I lean my head back on the couch, but Lis doesn’t. Her mouth moves first to my ear, licking and sucking at my earlobe in a way that has me wondering if she’d do the same move with my dick in her mouth. Just that thought has it jumping in my shorts. When she shifts her attention to my neck, I’ve had enough and snake my arms beneath her ass cheeks and lift us off the couch. Her legs wrap around my waist as she giggles into my shoulder.
“Bedroom.”
It isn’t a question but not exactly an order. It’s more a plea than anything else. I’m not ashamed to hear the tell-tale sounds of a little desperation either. She places her lips to my neck and mumbles “end of the hall” before nipping at the skin. I’m not sure I’ve speed walked anywhere in my life before this moment but here I am, taking the short hallway in long strides to an open door. Stepping through the threshold, I quickly inventory the space. A television sits on top of a chest of drawers with a large mirror in the corner of the room beside a window. Her bed is made neatly with fluffy white bedding and takes up most of the opposite wall with a nightstand and lamp lighting the room in a soft glow. Shifting her in my arms, I stop next to the bed and slide her down the front of my body.
Tilting her head up, focusing her eyes on mine, I search for any sign of apprehension. To my relief I see nothing but desire and passion. A wanton need for more than kissing. Like the scene out of a movie, Lis slips her bra from beneath her shirt and flings it across the room. Where it lands, I don’t know, but it’s soon followed by her shirt and then mine.
When we were together last weekend, she mentioned it’s been a long time for her. What’s important to me is that she’s comfortable, not whether or not we have sex. The reality is, we’ve not known each other long in hours or days and for many it may be too soon. But for me there’s no doubt Lis is special, and I want her in my life for as long as she’ll have me.
“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. I never want you to feel—”
Placing her hands on either side of my face, she slowly smiles and tips my world on its axis. “Less talking and more sexing.”
It may be a growl or perhaps it’s a groan. Really, it’s up for debate. Before she can say another word, I scoop her up and toss her to the bed. With a small bounce, she laughs, and the sound shatters any doubts I’ve had about moving too fast. The pure joy and happiness on her face is a look I want to create over and over.
As quick as possible, I pull my wallet from my pocket and slip out a condom, tossing it on the nightstand. Lifting to her elbows, a topless Lis quirks that one brow again as she glances from the foil packet to me. Shrugging, I kick off my shoes and discard my shorts. When my hands pull on the waistband of my boxer briefs, she gasps and quickly shimmies out of her shorts, tossing them from the bed.
She’s stunningly beautiful but it’s the vulnerability she’s showing me that has my head spinning. Lis is lying before me naked, giving herself to me, and I don’t take that lightly. With my boxers discarded, I slowly crawl onto the bed, and do the one thing I’ve thought about doing for a week. Maybe since the first time I saw her.
I kiss my way from her ankle to between her thighs. She shifts and moans with the first swipe of my tongue as I lap her sweetness. I love women, love giving them pleasure, but here, with this woman, it’s me who is receiving the gift. I lick and suck, lapping up everything she offers as I pull her to the edge and over into her first orgasm.
When I kiss my way to her waist, my eyes drift