Page 81 of Dirty Like Seth
Then I reached out and grabbed hold of her. One hand, slipped under her hair, around the back of her neck. I drew her toward me. At the same time, I slammed against her. I wanted her up against me in that tinydress.
But when I had her there, I didn’t smash my mouth to hers like I wantedto.
I was doing thisslow.
I moved in slow, looking in her eyes, looking at her lips, pausing for a long, long moment, right before I touched my lips to hers. I had to be sure she was sure aboutthis.
But this time, there was no alcohol on her breath. No heady music playing. Nodancing.
It was just the two of us, standing here in the silence of her white house,together.
My mouth melded, slowly, to hers… and when she opened for me, I slid my tongue inside hermouth.
And something broke, deep inside mybrain.
In that instant, I gave up caring about anything else. All I cared about was Elle’s body pressed against me, her tongue lapping against mine. All I cared about was giving her what shewanted.
Maybe because I cared abouther.
Maybe because it was the most erotic sensation I’d ever felt. Elle’s silky-wet mouth, her soft tongue, the way she sucked on me a little… One hand on my waist, the other splayed on my chest, her fingers curling and digging in… The soft moan in the back of her throat that told me she wantedmore.
So muchmore…
I walked her backward until we found the wall. I pressed her up against it. Then I tore my mouth away. We locked eyes, panting, for a long, heatedmoment.
Then I dropped to my knees,breathless.
I had to have her pussy.Now.
My hands trailed down her body… over her breasts, her stomach, and past the hem of her short dress. I bunched the flimsy fabric in my hands and shoved it up. She was wearing panties; skimpy and palepink.
With one hand, I held her dress up out of the way. With the other, I slid her panties down, but I did that slow, too. Really fucking slow. And I looked up at her face while I didit.
She tipped her head back against the wall, watching me from under her lashes, her mouth open in anticipation. Her chest rose and fell in shudderingbreaths.
She reached out and dug her fingers into myhair.
I looked down. Her panties were now in my fist, down around herthighs.
Elle’s pussy was completely bared to me. Pink.Tender.
Mine.
My heart rammed in my chest. It was a total fucking rush, that she wantedthis.
I kissed the soft flesh over her clit, once, and let out an involuntary groan. The softness… The smell of her. The fuckingtaste…
Then I buried my face between her legs; I couldn’t stop myself. My eyes closed. My cock ached, rigid in myjeans.
I opened my mouth, sliding my tongue over her pussy, tasting her again. She cried out, her hands tightening in my hair, and I groaned again. Her breaths came short and fast, in little moans and cries, as I worked her with mymouth.
I tried to go slow, tried to hold myself back, as my heartbeat thundered in my head. I wanted to fucking devour her, lose myself in the heady-sweet taste of her, ram my tongue up inside her and suck on her clit, hard, until she came—but I was afraid of being too aggressive and turning heroff.
I looked up at her; her eyes drifted closed, then flickered open. She was getting louder, her breaths cutting off as I teased her pussy with my tongue… my lips… As I started to suck on her softflesh.
Then the green light on the wall caught my eye. The alarm system. And it hit me, I didn’t even know if anyone else was in the house. But I was pretty sure Elle wouldn’t be happy if someone walked in on this. Me, eating her out. And her, making a hell of a lot of noise aboutit.
I forced myself to pause and ask, “Are wealone?”
