She looked up at him, really looked. He had on that easy smile she’d fallen for from the start, his hazel eyes full of that intensity that made her tingle. It was easy to get lost in the heat and lust. Her breasts felt so heavy, her lips swollen from his kiss, and her panties had soaked through with liquid lust. The want was intoxicating and her body felt heavy and drunk with it.
She could be smart about this and not get hurt this time! She could enjoy his skin against hers, his salty cum on her tongue, his powerful thrusts opening her up. She could handle him.
What could it hurt? She let the question march through her mind as he backed her into the empty kitchen. This would be a one time thing guaranteed to satisfy the need swirling inside her. The counter dug into her low back as his lips claimed hers again, solidifying her quest to get what she wanted from him.
He kneaded her breast, squeezing and shaping her flesh through the thin barrier of her bra. She buried her hands in his hair and pressed into his touch, his kiss. His lips swallowed her groan when he pushed the bra down and pinched her aching nipple. God, yes.
She abandoned his hair and made for the zipper of his jeans desperate to hold him in her hands. Slipping beyond the cotton barrier of his boxers, she delighted in finding the hot length of him. All of that heat pulsing just for her sent another rush of answering moisture to soak her already wet panties. She needed him inside her.
He broke the kiss and they both gasped for breath. “Please, Candace,” he begged again.
The need washed away her inhibitions, helping her to place his palm against the damp crotch of her leggings. She gave his cock a gentle squeeze, holding his gaze so there was no question of her intent. “If you want me…”
“Josh?” A voice sweet as hot cocoa cut through the moment. “Is that my favorite solider back from war?”
A glance around him revealed a petite brunette with large blue eyes in a red sweater dress. Just seeing her was enough to kill any lingering desire. The woman had a knack of causing problems when it came to other people’s hook ups, hiding her outrageous flirting behind supposed friendliness. She had a feeling this particular “friend” had been the reason he’d left her the first time.
The sudden appearance of the queen of clitorference was just the reminder that she needed. She didn’t need his dick that badly.
She extracted herself from his arms and adjusted her clothing before moving around him. He made efforts to keep her at his side, but her resolve was pretty firm.
“Marissa, your timing is perfect as always.”
“Candace, wait.” He made a half hearted attempt to grab her before she skirted completely around him. She’d made it to the door with single minded purpose.
“No, I’d rather not. Marissa looks like she really wants to talk to you and I’d hate to interrupt a predator closing in.”
A small part of her hoped he’d stop her, but the largest part of her was relieved when she made it back into the safety of the living room. Someone passed her a glass of eggnog the moment she settled on the couch. She let him slip from her mind before she’d reached the halfway mark on her drink.
I’m glad. I wasn’t quite so sure the more I read it. Hopefully option 2 is as satisfying.
Yes! This definitely worked!
Even better than scissorception:-)
He’s a dumbass, and she’s smart as hell. Sometimes the heat isn’t worth the trouble.
You are too right!!
This was really great — LOVE the way you drew out her inner turmoil. Now, I’d really love a glimpse inside HIS head…. (Please? 🙂 )
That would be an interesting viewpoint. Maybe I’ll explore it.
Maybe her eggnog was pleasantly spiked…lol. That much heat can be hard to turn down below a simmer so quickly. 🙂
Of course it was spiked! Lol. Maybe she has better mental control than most. I know I’m not so easily waylaid mentally.