her ear and growled, “I’m going to touch you now. I’m going to feel you come.”
With her trapped against me, I continued my path down her body until I reached the top of her short dress, slipping my fingers underneath until I found the wetness between her legs. The sexy gasp she let out was almost enough to make me come in my pants. Slipping my hand under the thin material of her barely there panties, I pinched her clit between my index and middle finger and began to rub slow circles. She arched her back and pressed herself against my hand until we found the pressure she needed.
It felt as though the dance floor had become even more crowded, but at the same time it was like we were the only two people there. Her legs began to shake and her pussy lips were swollen with need. I felt her body tighten like she was fighting her release.
I sped up the tempo and said, “Just let go.” And as if it were on command, my fingers were coated with hot liquid as she came.
Pancakes and Handcuffs
“Tessa”
Once again, I didn’t remember how I’d gotten into bed the night before, but when I woke up, I was nice and naked and tangled up with Reese’s body. I tried to quietly untangle my body from his without waking him but it was no use.
Keeping his eyes closed, he grumbled, “Just where do you think you’re going?” and pulled me so that my back was pressed against his chest.
“Reese,” I said while squirming. “Um, hello, I gotta pee!” That got him to let go quickly and I made a mad dash to the bathroom.
When I came back out, he was stretched out across the bed, his tan body an amazing contrast against the white sheets, and he was snoring. I picked up the sheet that had fallen to the floor, wrapped it around me, and walked over to the windows. Staring out of the clear glass, watching the morning waves move across the ocean, I let my mind drift, recounting the past few weeks since Reese had walked into my life.
I had been happy with my life before, hadn’t I? I mean, I’d like to think I had been. I loved my job, I was healthy, and I had a great social life. I had read somewhere recently that someone’s social life was the number one indicator of if they were living a good life. What more could I want, right? I had everything I needed. Fuck. I didn’t know if that was true anymore.
The only thing that I knew for sure was that I had at most a month left to spend with Reese and I wasn’t going to waste a minute of it. Wrapping the sheet around me more securely, I walked back over to the bed. Being careful to not make the bed move much, I got into position, standing over Reese with one foot on each side of his hips. I let myself look at him for a few minutes, trying to commit everything about him to memory. Speaking of committing, I probably looked like a crazy person right now with my sheet wrapped around me and my hair a mess. I stopped myself from laughing before I woke him up. I’d be laughing soon enough. This was going to be fucking funny.
I bent my knees to give myself the necessary momentum to pull this off, counted to three, and then started jumping as high as I could, yelling, “WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!”
The look of terror on his face was priceless! My late nights of watching pranking shows paid off! When I saw his expression darken though, I knew I was in for it. The heat that crept into his gaze was exactly what I was looking for. He caught both of my feet mid-jump and pulled them out from under me. Before I could make a move to run, the sheet had been ripped from my body and I was on my back. Then Reese was pushing my knees apart, spreading me completely open.
I felt the heat of his stare as his eyes moved from mine to travel down my body. As soon as he reached the glistening skin between my legs, he said, “You smell so good, Tessa. I’m going to taste you now,” and he slowly lowered his head until I couldn’t see his face anymore.
Douglas E. Schoen, Melik Kaylan