Page 213 of Trading Paint
“Is that so?” I smirked.
She licked her lips, “Oh yeah.”
Dancing seemed pointless, we weren’t even moving just kissing and touching.
“Let’s get out of here.” I finally said.
I couldn’t take this teasing any longer. It was different. While I had a plan tonight, she seemed to rouse that plan into action. Instead of fighting with me, she was flirting, instead of taunting, she was teasing.
If she wanted to see how much horsepower I had, I’d show her. I would show her just how powerful these hands could be.
Funny thing was though, she had no idea the power she held in all this.
Back at the hotel, I gave into the desires I had all those years.
“Stay,” I whispered against her calf, placing another soft kiss to her skin before she could sneak away.
My heart pounded because here was the woman I had dreamed about all my life standing in front of me in the most amazing skirt I have ever seen. I waited for her answer and then suddenly I was burning up.
Jesus Christ is it like a hundred degrees out?
“You’re drunk.” She told me crouching down next to me.
“So are you.” I leaned up on my elbows, trying to make her understand.
I could have tried to blame this one the alcohol that had severely damaged our inhibitions, but honestly, it wasn’t that at all. It was the look on her face when I asked her to stay. Everything changed in that exact moment. Our friendship would never be the same with just that one look.
Leaning forward, she kissed me. I couldn’t hold back any longer, that tenacious determined side tookover,needing anything she was willing to provide.
As our kisses continued, my mouth moved frantically from her ear to her neck and down to her collarbone, then returning urgently to her lips again as if I needed her breath to breathe. Moving against her with more need than I’d ever felt in the past—I couldn’t get closeenough.Sway gave back, just as stalwartly, fulfilling whatever it was I was seeking. Groaning as I moved from one spot to another on her, I was frustrated that I couldn’t get closer.
In return, she clawed at me clinging to me in any way she could. I clenched my eyes shut at the heightening of every sensation that I was already feeling. Some part of me collapsed internally as I realized I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to do. I was on completely unfamiliar territory here. Yeah, I’d had sex before, but I was always mechanical about it, searching for one need and one need only.
Now, here was the woman that meant the world to me lying in my arms, panting against me. Watching her lose control, the same control I was losing, was something I’d never felt before.
Could I please her?
That was certainly a concern of mine. The faded memories of the women in my past, told me that they did a lot of screaming but was this pleasure from my movements? I never took the time to consider that before as I didn’t care.
Could I give Sway an orgasm?
Just imagining what she’d look like in the midst of an orgasm was enough to send me over the edge right then. I wish I could say I was fine andnotscared shitless but that was a lie.
I was unsure and scared. Two more thingsthat werecompletely unfamiliar to me.
For whatever reason, we seemed to both be letting go, slowly rising with the passion. Letting go of insecurities, boundaries, whatever ties that constrained us before were falling away with each kiss. Everything I had been skeptical of before seemed so silly. If I could have this with anyone it was her, she understood me and understood what I was working for. More importantly, I was comfortable with her and this felt so right.
Complete shock took over at the scene that lay before me. On the center of the bed reclining on a sea of white pillows, wasmygirl. My imagination as to what she looked like completely naked didn’t do her justice.
Her dark luxurious hair fanned out on the pillows framing her porcelain face. Her emerald eyes held mine with a burning intensity that had never appeared before. A furious blush bloomed over her cheeks, and my eyes followed its path down to her heaving chest. I sucked in a tortured breath and fought to control the lust that shot through me at the sight of her milky white breasts. Pale moonlight splashed across the flat planes of her abdomen and reflected off the sheen of sweat on her damp skin. My eyes were drawn lower to the bare expanse of skin that of her slightly crossed legs. All that flowed through me now was a raw desire to claim the woman that lay before me.
Her skin glowed with the slow rising sun and my hesitation got the best of me as I begged her to stop. I know inside this was my way of making this her decision. If she told me to continue, she wanted me just as much.
“Tell me to stop.” I whispered gauging her reaction. It took a herculean act of self-control but I pulled back to look at her, lying in my arms on the bed of my hotel room. “Please,” my voice broke at the end. “Honey...tellme to stop.” My fingertips grazed her soft lips, begging for permission to continue but asking her to tell me otherwise.
Her long legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer.
“Don’t.” she mumbled softly. “Please don’t stop.” Her voice shook with her labored breathing.
