Five minutes. I only knew that because Koa had texted, informing me that they’d gotten to Mandeville okay.
Five minutes and Aly threw her purse on bar and shimmied out of her jacket, laying it on the second-hand sofa that separated her small living room from her even smaller kitchen. She had her back to me and against the lamp light and glint of moonlight that came through her thin drapes, her shape and size looked like a gauzy mirage, something surreal but definitely mine for the taking.
Five damn minutes.
I stood behind her, resting one palm against the sofa right next to her hip. She froze, small animal caught, waiting for the predator’s next movement. Just then, she was my prey.
Her skin still smelled mildly of sweat, but it also held the hint of lavender and I closed my eyes, getting closer to her as I gripped the fabric on the sofa.
She didn’t speak, did hardly do anything more than move her head, not looking at me directly, but moving her eyes toward my face, her gaze kept down as I lifted my hand to the back of that thin skirt she wore.
I could hear the slow release of her deep throated gasp, felt a tremor working through my chest as Aly leaned back against me, but that didn't keep me from touching her. Slowly, I lifted that skirt. It was a dark red thing, something that was wispy and would brush against her thigh as she danced. My heart pumped faster as she arched further, like a cat moving its hips, bending when it got too near a tom. Her skin was perfect, flushed then, just a bit, by the slow movement of my fingers cupping her fine, perfectly apple-shaped ass, holding one cheek in my hand, pulling down her tights as best I could without hurrying through any of this. I’d never want that. It had been too long for us. Tasting, teasing, was nothing to what Aly felt like wrapped around me, pussy clenching, tightening against me. God, how had I survived so long without her? Her body? The sweet, tempting feel of her fingers on me.
“Nani…” I said when she moaned, smoothing those pants down and that thin, gauzy skirt up. She wore a white lacy thong - of course she did. Aly bent forward then, keeping silent, offering me whatever of hers I wanted.
Just then, I wanted it all.
I ran the tips of my fingers up that exposed cheek, making the skin jiggle slightly as I pressed my fingers into that fleshy mound. She groaned, seeming to love how I moved my thumb, letting it slide dangerously close between her cheeks, pulling her thong down until it dragged against her sweet, tempting flesh, making that ass shake, just a little. My fingers glided gently over her ass, coming close to spreading those cheeks apart.
“Are you wet already, baby?” She only nodded, and I smiled against the back of her neck, licking there and up the side of her neck. “I’ll get you wetter. I’ll get you so wet you’ll barely feel me sliding inside you.”
“Oh, I’ll feel you, shoushou.” She lifted her ass deeper into my hand, rubbing herself against me. “I’ll feel every inch of you.”
And then, I gave her a tease, picking that beautiful ass up, moving the cheeks apart to grind against her, knowing she could feel how hard she made me. Aly whimpered when I held onto her hips, pushing into her, mimicking what I wanted to do to her. And then that whimper came out as a growl when I lifted her arms, pulling off her shirt, her bra until she was totally naked except for the cover of my hands as I cupped those perfect breasts, pulling her back against me, thumbs flicking against one nipple.
“Ransom,” she breathed, my name sounding airy and wistful all at the same time. “Please, cheri, I want you inside me.”
“You’ll have me, nani. I promise.” I moved her forward, against the back of the sofa, keeping her still with my fingers digging into her hips, trying hard to hold back as she kept that ass moving against my dick. She only paused when I kissed up her back, my tongue and teeth nibbling against her smooth skin, licking a path that got me to her neck, behind her ear and Aly responded, tilting her head back, rubbing her nails against my skull, pulling me closer as I kissed her neck and then, I lost hold of my sense.
She smelled so good, she tasted better and I had gone so long without her completely and could not think of anything other than being inside of her, threatening to never leave.
“Yes,” she muttered when I yanked on her hair, pushing it from her neck as I devoured her body—neck, collarbone, until I turned her around, picking her up to wrap her around me, kissing, taking, divesting myself of any composure at all as I walked with her to her bedroom, moving my hand over her skin, reminding me of our dance, how quickly we’d escalated to this and I didn’t care. She didn’t argue, didn’t do anything but respond and respond again when I moved one hand from her thigh, to exchange it for another. She pulled off my shirt, keeping her mouth and mine together without any distractions. Until we fell on the bed.