Travis
I rush to make sure the bottle doesn’t spill beside me, and my hands fall on hers. The heat from her hands runs through me. My whole chest contracts in a way that only she can do. It’s only ever done that with her. I thought that after her, it was all in my head, but the minute my eyes fell on her, everything became clear. "It’s you. It’s always been you." My hands fly off hers, and I grab her face in mine, and my heart speeds up so fast it sounds like a herd of bulls running through the streets in Spain. Her name leaves my lips right before I pull her to me and kiss her lips.
I moan into her mouth when I slip my tongue into her mouth. If there were ever fireworks for a kiss, there should be some. Actually, every single fucking time I’ve kissed her, I’ve felt fireworks go off. My hands move from her face to her hair as I tilt her head to the side, and the kiss deepens. My tongue goes around and around in a circle as if I can never get enough, and now that I’ve tasted her again, I will never go without her.
She pants, letting go of my lips, and my whole body stops moving. My heart stops beating, and it’s like I turned to stone. My eyes search hers to see if the kiss had the same effect on her as it did on me. "Wait," she says, and my hands won’t let her go, from fear that I’ll never be able to touch her again. I really should have waited for her to make a move. I should have told her flat out that I wanted to kiss her, but it all happened so fast. "I want to," she says, turning and putting the bottle on the other side. It falls on its side, but she doesn’t even notice when she turns back to me. Fuck, she’s stunning. "Where were we?" she asks with a smirk. "If I remember well, your tongue was." I don’t wait for her to tell me where my tongue was since I remember exactly where it was.
"It was right here." I smile right before claiming her lips again. This time she turns in my arms, and our lips slip apart.
"Sorry," she says as her hands pull up her dress even more, and she throws her legs over me. "That’s better." Her hands come up to my face as she pulls me to her. My hands fall out of her hair and take their place at her hips. They fit in my hands perfectly. Her tongue comes out as she licks my lower lip before sliding into my mouth. Her hand leaves my face and runs through my hair. My hands move from her hips to her ass as I squeeze, and she sits fully on my cock. My cock is harder than it’s ever been, and she grinds on me.
"Fuck," I hiss out, leaving her lips, her head falls back, leaving her neck bare for me. My arms wrap around her, pulling her to me as my tongue comes out and traces down her neck before I nip at her and suck in. Her hands pull my hair, so my head goes back, and she attacks my lips. Her tongue is fighting with mine. The soft kisses of before are gone, and the both of us are needy. Her hands go from my hair to my shoulders and then to my chest, where she bunches the shirt in her fists. She moves her head from side to side, trying to get the kiss deeper as she grinds back and forth on my cock. "Torture." I let go of her lips, panting out. "It’s fucking torture." And her mouth attacks my neck and slowly moves up toward my ear as she nips the lobe at the same time. She pulls the shirt out of my pants. I place my hands behind me, leaning back to give her access to me.
Her fingers go to my buttons, her eyes on me the whole time. She fumbles with a couple of buttons, and at this point, I’m ready to just tear my shirt off me. When she finally gets to the last button, she lets the shirt slide to the side. "I did it." She smiles proudly, and I raise one hand to her head and pull her to me to kiss her again. Her tongue slides against mine, her chest goes flush with mine, the satin from the dress feels smooth. I sit up straight, and my other hand goes to her hip. My hand slips to her shoulder, and my fingers trace down her arm to hold her other hip. She moans into my mouth when my hands move up the sides of her rib cage and then cup her tits. She tilts her hips up the length of my covered cock, and it’s my turn to moan into her mouth. I can feel her nipples through her dress, and my mouth waters to taste them. I push down the one side of the dress with no sleeve, leave her mouth, and bend my head to take her nipple into my mouth. She arches her back when I twirl my tongue around her nipple, biting down on it. "Travis," she moans, and my hand pinches the other covered nipple. My mouth goes to it, and I bite it through her satin dress. She moves her hand to the side of her, and I hear the sound of a zipper, and before I know it, her arm with the sleeve is being moved down, and her dress falls to her waist. I look into her eyes before kissing her again. Now our naked chests are pressed together as she tries to push me down on my back.
"Not yet.” I chuckle. "You’ll get me on my back soon," I say, wrapping my arm around her waist and turning her to her back.
"This works, too." She smirks as she wraps her legs around my hips, her hands coming out to push my shirt off my shoulders. "You got bigger," she says of my arms. "And more defined." She uses her index finger to run down one of my pecs. She isn’t wrong. When I wasn’t working, I would spend time in the gym. I get on my knees, taking off the shirt, and her legs fall from my hips when she sits up, and I look down at her, pushing her hair away from her face, leaning down, and kissing her lips. She smiles at me when I leave her lips as she leans in and bites my pec right beside my nipple.
I hiss out, and she laughs. Lying back down, my eyes travel from her beautiful face down to her neck, and I fall forward on her, but my hands catch me before I squash her. My head bends, and I suck in her neck on the right spot and she moans. Her hands are on my sides, and I swear my stomach sinks in from her touch, making me shiver. My tongue comes out, and I trail down to her nipple, teasing it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. Her hands go to the back of my head, and when I look up, I see that she’s watching me. With my eyes on hers, I move to the other breast and do the same thing. I suck right next to her nipple and see the spot becoming red as I trail kisses to her stomach. I push away from her and kneel with my back straight in the middle of her legs. "There is one thing," I say, running my hands from her ankles all the way up to her thighs. Soft goose bumps form when I get close to her pussy. "One thing I’m dying to do."
"Is there?" She puts one hand behind her head. "If it makes you feel better, there is also one thing I’m dying for you to do." She smirks at me.