Just finished my first edit. Phew! Second rip starts tomorrow. *cracks knuckles like a prize fighter preparing to go into the ring* Meantime, here’s a lil’ taste for you. I’ma keep it sexy ‘cuz know you like it like that. *winks*. Nori’s found an excuse to visit our heroine Margot in her home. She feeds him, goes to run an errand, comes back and puts it do-ownn. This is their first time. He’s a little anxious… – SS
He heard the key in the door and quickly shut the door. He nipped into the small bath again where he peed, washed his hands again, and emerged to find her kicking off her shoes with an armload of mail.
“You went to the mail box in those shorts?”
Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that. But she laughed at him.
“Didn’t you see me when I left?”
He had but he hadn’t been thinking. He’d been wishing. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
“Where did you go?” It was a ridiculous question, but she answered it.
“PO Box. I haven’t been this week.”
“How’s the collection coming?”
“Fine. I’ll have designs for you to see by the end of next week as agreed.”
He nodded slowly, following her from the room. Wait. She was taking off her clothes!
“What are you doing?”
She smirked at him over her shoulder as she walked into her bedroom and clicked on the light. “What do you think? I thought you wanted some pussy.”
“What?” he asked, attentive as she removed one earring and then the other.
“Pu-ssy,” she enunciated. “Isn’t that why you’re here?”
She walked toward him, tugging rings from her long fingers.
“Come on, now,” she coaxed softly, retrieving a hair band from her wrist to ball her long hair on top of her head. “I know you didn’t come to eat my cheap ass lunch.”
Nori stared. Was she for real? “Lunch was good,” he said, walking toward her. “But I suspect you’ll taste quite a bit better.” And she did.
He yanked her into his arms. Part of him was pissed that she’d given him what he wanted with no effort. The other part was cock poundingly happy that he now had her within his grasp. She smelled good, like woman, and outdoors, and something slightly metallic. He would learn later it was dust from the materials she worked with, residue from her shaping the stones and beads and mysterious hunks of shiny whatever she was usually handling.
But right then all he knew was she was delicious. He ran his lips down the side of her throat. He nipped lightly when he reached her collar bone, his cock jumping with pleasure when she squeezed him hard.
“Do you often work when you’re drunk?”
“Why?” Her hands went to his shirt buttons. She had it off his shoulders before he’d finished kicking his pants loose. “You worried about me chopping off a finger?”
“Ummmm.” Just the feel of her stroking his body threatened to end this before it began. She was licking his nipples; he shuddered. “That’s not funny,” he rasped, wanting to glare at her, but his bloody eyes wouldn’t open.
“No,” she whispered, sucking hard on the side of his neck. “It wouldn’t be cute trying to sell jewelry from a maimed designer.”
My God, her mouth. He groaned as he began to yank her out of her clothes. Two pulls and her shirt was gone. Her strapless bra was black and lacy and beautiful, and he told her to “take it off right now or I’ll shred it.”
She did, shimmying free and tossing it aside.
“If I touch you I may completely lose my shit,” he confessed, swallowing as he looked at her gently swaying breasts, her slender frame momentarily balanced on one foot as she finished undressing.
The hair over her pussy was very short, like a shadow. His mouth watered again. He licked his lips as she walked into his arms, groaning as he squeezed her to him hard. Soon, soon… He buried his face in her neck, his hands roaming lavishly over her back and bottom as he walked her toward the bed. He landed on top of her with a soft whump, and immediately ground himself against her.
“I want to fuck the shit out of you. I’ve gotta calm down,” he leaned away, moved as though to break their bodies apart.
She stopped moving, and he instantly took advantage by pressing her flat into the bed.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. “Perfect.” He rolled them to their sides and then he kissed her.
He moaned at her taste. It felt like forever not days since he’d had her tongue. Her flavor was complex, and he stroked deep and slow as he tried to figure it out.
“Take your hair down,” he whispered, and went back in for some more, already longing for the long strands to tease his heated skin.
He wanted to pull it, to have it wrapped around his hands, rub it on his face, have it tangle around their bodies as they tore up the bed. He pulled back to watch, his hands clenching and unclenching around her waist. She made a seductive meal out of taking down her bun, slender arms framing her lovely face. He thrust both hands in immediately. Silky curls wound themselves around his fingers the way he wanted her to wind around him.
They slid together easily, like they had history. A soft sexy one full of lush, sweat soaked memories. She fit herself into the planes of his body. Legs around his hips, arms around his neck, cheek rubbing against his, breath rasping at his ear as her small, capable hands filled with his flesh and squeezed hard.
He shuddered, grunting as his breath left his body in a rush. One hand grabbed the back of her neck; she looked ready. Slow-eyed, full lips parted and damp, she looked so unbearably sexy he worried when he got inside her he wouldn’t last.
“Shit,” he whispered…