The Woman in 3B - Eliza Lentzski Page 0,46

entrance and canted her hips forward until I penetrated her. I watched, wide eyed, as her pussy lips parted and then swallowed my fingers. I bit down so hard on my lower lip, I thought I might draw blood. Anissa only dropped my hand when I was one knuckle deep. I flexed my wrist and dipped inside another inch.

My fingers were enveloped in her soft, liquid heat. I pulled my two fingers out, just barely, before plunging back in. I kept my fingers still, but flexed my wrist periodically so she would feel me. My unoccupied hand slipped beneath her t-shirt, and I began to roll her tightening nipples between my fingers.

The kitchen wasn’t the ideal location for what I wanted to do to her—although the imagery of clearing away everything that cluttered the granite island with one aggressive sweep of my hand did send a tickle down my spine and cause my thighs to clench. I didn’t want to risk another journey to the second floor where I worried the distance would cause us to reconsider or at least make me lose my momentum.

Only a few steps separated the kitchen from the sunken living room. A large L-shaped sectional set the perimeter of the living room in the open floor plan. The couch—like the rest of her house—was too much for one person. The multi-piece sectional was book-ended on one side with a wide chaise lounge, large enough for the two of us.

I retreated from between her thighs and instead took hold of the back of Anissa’s thighs, just below her squeezable backside. Engaging my core and leg muscles, I lifted her off the ground. Anissa’s surprised noise pulled another smile to my lips. I was strong—disproportionately so for my size and frame. Years of dead-lifting strangers’ luggage into overhead compartments had given me unexpected upper-arm strength.

Her legs almost reflexively wrapped around my middle. I had never done this before, but she seemed to trust me. I shifted my grasp to cup the most perfect ass—firm yet soft. Round and completely touchable. Her thighs tightened at my sides while I walked us over to the upholstered sofa. She only unclenched when I lowered her down on the couch cushions.

Anissa was only in her scoop-necked t-shirt, while I was still fully dressed. I quickly shed my own t-shirt and removed the bra I’d been self-consciously wearing. I shivered when my still-damp hair touched the tips of my shoulders. Anissa lay on the chaise lounge and watched it all with slightly lidded eyes.

I climbed onto the couch and hovered over her body, holding myself up on my arms. Pendant lights in the kitchen provided just enough illumination. I could see everything, yet it was dim enough to not feel like we were beneath a spotlight. I swept my eyes over her half-clothed body. A giddy feeling came over me like a sugar or an adrenaline rush. Wine typically made me sleepy, but drinking in Anissa’s body had the opposite effect.

“How do you want to cum?” My voice came out a strangled rasp that surprised my ears. “Do you want me to worship your body—tease and touch every naked inch of you—bring you to the edge until you’re begging me to take mercy on you and push you over? Or, do you want to cum now?” I offered. “Hard and fast so your orgasm hits like a tidal wave? Hard and fast so you’re still feeling me tomorrow?”

I heard her audibly swallow. “B-both of those sound pretty good.”

I couldn’t help my private grin. Typically I was the one stammering and unsure. It felt good to have flipped the script on her, if only momentarily.

I started with her abdomen. I lifted the bottom hem of her t-shirt just high enough to reveal the flat plane of her stomach. I pressed my nose against her and inhaled the scent of her skin. Chlorine from the pool lingered, but the same soap that I’d used in the guest bathroom similarly perfumed her.

I couldn’t help myself. I dug my fingers into her hips and licked hard against her stomach. I heard the hitch of her breath and felt her buck into me.

I pulled her shirt up higher to reveal her bra-less breasts. Dusky-rose colored nipples capped her tanned breasts. I quickly latched my lips around her nipple and sucked hard. Anissa audibly hissed and sharply gasped when my lips turned to teeth. I nipped at the sensitive flesh and lightly tugged on her distended nipple.

I turned