Page 91 of Stroked Long
Is he kidding right now? He’s just going to leave? I sat next to him the entire dinner, my boobs on full display. Does that not count for anything?
Furious for my boobs who worked their little nipples off all night, I stand and place my hands on my hips. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Turning around, a full smirk on his arrogant face he says, “I thought you wanted me to go home.”
“You know I really didn’t want you to go home.”
“Kind of seemed like it.”
“Yeah, and kind of seems like you’ve broken out of your shell a little and are now pressing your sarcastic luck.”
Moving forward with purpose in each of his steps, his eyes are focused on mine as his body eats up the space between us. “Well, I wouldn’t want to press my luck when I have more important things to press.” His hand travels to the small of my back and pulls me into his body.
Not going to lie, a percentage of the time I’m around him, he smells faintly of chlorine. I’m convinced it’s engrained in his veins. I’ve actually grown fond of the smell, but the cologne he’s wearing tonight? Holy hell, it makes me want to lick him and whip my clothes right off.
“What more important things do you have to press?”
Lowering his head, he presses kisses along my neck, sending chills scattering all over my body. The hand not gripping my lower back travels up the back of my thigh to the curve of my ass where his fingers slip inside my panties, gripping my ass with great force. Sweet Jesus, my clit is already pulsing.
His lips suck on my neck, right in the crevice of my shoulder and collarbone, his breath hot and heavy, and in that moment, I don’t care if he leaves his mark. I almost hope he does so I can claim him as mine. So he can claim me as his.
Repeating my question,needingto know the answer, I ask, “What things do you need to press?”
His lips trail up my neck to my jaw and then back to my ear where he nibbles on my lobe and says, “I need to press my tongue against that sweet little clit of yours.”
With those simple words I’m a pile of mush in his arms, liquid heat being held up by this strong man whispering dirty things in my ear.
“Do you want that, Rubes? My tongue slowly flicking your clit?”
Who the hell wouldn’t?
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly, like those women in soap operas about to be thrown onto the silk sheets of their lovers’ beds.
The hand inside my panties slowly cups my ass and reaches under until it hits my wet center, his fingers easily sliding in. A groan rolls deep from within him just as his teeth start to nip at my neck.
“Fuck, Ruby. You’re so damn wet. Just for me.”
“Only for you,” I answer honestly. There is no one else. No previous boyfriend has turned me on like Bodi does. And not just because his body is cut and contoured in all the right places, but because his heart is pure. He’s gentle, cautious, slightly broken, yet so real I can’t help but be turned on when I’m around him.
“I need to taste you,” he says, pushing me against the edge of the sofa. He turns me around quickly and lifts up the skirt of my dress, while bending me over the cushioned arm so my head is on the seat of the sofa. He doesn’t take his time working my panties off and spreading my legs.Playful Bodi is gone. Hello, Mr. Sexy Bodi.
I’m exposed, everything out in the open, sticking up in the air and I couldn’t care less. All I can focus on is the pounding sensation driving from the center of my body to the tips of my toes. Right now, with Bodi so close to me, a light breeze could probably get me off.That’show turned on I am.
From the corner of my eye, I watch Bodi kneel on the floor. His hands move from the backs of my knees, up my thighs, lightly grazing my skin, causing an electric current of lust to jolt my entire body.
As his hands get to the top of my ass, he shifts my stance so I’m wider and more open. With his hands splayed across my ass, his thumbs part my lips and his head dives forward. Within seconds, his mouth is on me, licking my clit with long leisurely strokes.Holy shit.
Heat boils inside me with each lick. His tongue works from long flat strokes to short quick ones with the occasional kiss, lighting me up all over. Soft cries come out of my mouth, turning to loud moans whenever his teeth nibble on me. My neighbors must think there is some kind of porn flick being filmed in my apartment from the hideous sounds coming out of my mouth, but I can’t help it. Bodi does this to me. He makes me lose all my inhibitions.
With his thumbs still spreading me open to his tongue, one of his fingers expertly eases inside me, moving in and out with each flick of his tongue, and that’s all I need.
My stomach bottoms outs, my toes curl into my rug, my entire body goes numb, almost limp, as every nerve ending in my system focuses on one thing and one thing alone: the roaring orgasm that consumes me. I cry out Bodi’s name as he continues to pump forward, licking me up and down until I can’t take the pleasure anymore and collapse backward on him, sending us both to the floor. My bare ass on his chest.
Chuckling, he rolls me to the ground and languishingly kisses my lips. I can taste myself on him and I don’t mind it. His strong body rests on top of my small one and his erection presses into my leg. From the strain in his neck, I can tell he’s holding back. Idon’twant that.
“Bodi.”
“Hmm?” he asks, trailing kisses across my jaw, one of his hands working its way under my dress.
