Getting sexy: Obsession / Getting Some / Getting Even. Kayla Perrin

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      His lips move higher, as do his fingers. My legs damn near collapse when he kisses me through my panties.

      I’ve wanted this for so long. A man’s hands on me. His fingers. His tongue. I want to stand here and spread my legs and be greedy. Let him feast on my nectar until I’ve come two or three times.

      Glenn pushes the silk fabric of my panties aside and strokes my nub so gently, I ache from it. He strokes, looks. Strokes, looks again. But he doesn’t touch me the way he knows I want to be touched.

      “I’ve missed looking at you like this. Up close and personal.”

      “I forgot how much you like to tease.”

      “I’m teasing you?”

      I meet his eyes. “Hell, yeah. If you only knew how much I wanted your cock inside me right now.”

      Now he slips a finger into me. “We’ll get there.”

      I gasp as his finger enters me. Waves of pleasure overwhelm me.

      “You’re so tight,” he says.

      “It’s been a long time for me.”

      He groans his pleasure at what I’ve said. Pushing his finger deeper inside me, he covers my nub with his tongue. It’s heat on heat. I dig my fingers into his skin and moan.

      “You…like…that?” he asks, licking me gently between words.

      “Fuck yeah.”

      Still working his finger inside me, he takes my nub completely into his mouth and suckles. My legs tremble—I can barely stand.

      Glenn pulls away from me to say, “Lie back on the bed.”

      I whimper softly, both wanting his tongue on me fiercely, and not knowing how much of it I can stand.

      Glenn’s hands guide me backward to the bed. As I lie down, he settles right between my thighs, burying his face in my pussy and inhaling. A grumbling sound escapes him. “You’re amazing, Lishelle. Fucking amazing.”

      He spreads my folds for better access to my clitoris. And then he is licking and suckling and I think I am going to die from the pleasure. He eats me like he’s waited his whole life to do this.

      My body grows tense, like a string that’s being pulled, and pulled, and is starting to fray at the edges and will pop any minute.

      I raise my head to watch him. Watch as his tongue works its magic. His moans turn me on as much as the sound of his suckling.

      “I’m close. Oh, God.” My breathing is faster now, frenzied. “Look at me.”

      Glenn lifts his gaze to mine, and our eyes connect. As I watch and feel his mouth on me in this very intimate way, every part of me starts to tremble. My orgasm erupts from my center and spreads over me like hot lava. I arch my back, calling out, “Oh, Glenn! Oh my God! Oh my God…”

      I’m still moaning when I hear the tear of a condom package, and by the time I look up, Glenn is moving over me. I catch a glimpse of his impressive cock before he settles between my thighs and anchors his arms behind my knees.

      He enters me with one hard, deep thrust, and I gasp from the pleasure and shock of it. It’s been so long, I forgot how amazing that first moment is—the very first moment when a penis penetrates your vagina.

      Glenn settles inside me—deep—and doesn’t move. “Fuck, Lishelle, you feel so good.”

      “You feel amazing.”

      Finally, he starts to move, his strokes slow and deep and painfully pleasurable. Every one of them makes me quiver. Our momentum builds until Glenn is driving into me so hard and so fast that I get light-headed from this sensory overload.

      “I can’t take it, baby. Oh, Glenn…I’m coming…”

      I arch my back and cry out as Glenn takes me over the edge one more time. I grip the bedspread with all my might.

      And then he makes that familiar grunt-giggle sound he does when he’s coming. I squeeze my inner walls around him.

      A moment later, his body collapses onto mine. Our slick bodies rub against each other as our hot breath mingles. It’s amazing how good I feel, how easily Glenn and I reconnected after all these years.

      I trail the tip of my tongue along his jawline to his ear. “How do you always do this to me? Make me so damn hot? I swear, my pussy has your name on it.”

      He kisses me. A smoldering kiss that makes it clear just how much I do belong to him.

      “I could stay like this all night, buried inside you. I really could.”

      “So could I,” I answer honestly.

      And it’s not just about the sex with Glenn.

      No matter how much time has passed, no matter how many other guys I might date, the moment I’m with Glenn again, I know where my heart is.

      I’m in serious trouble.

      Glenn and I fucked three more times during the night, each time as explosive and satisfying as the first. I’m not lying when I say no other man has ever loved me like Glenn has. His body speaks to mine on some primal level I can’t understand, but I’m powerless to resist him anytime we get together.

      He knows this, of course. Knows that he can call me a year from now and I’ll be there for him. Knows that I’ll get on my knees and let him ram me from behind. That I’ll take him in my mouth and deep throat him the way he loves. That I’ll cancel everything for a two-day fuck session.

      Last night was incredible, but this morning I’m having regrets. And to be totally honest, I’m a little pissed off with myself. I needed to get laid. Needed it badly, so why am I letting emotion cloud the issue? Why not take Glenn for what he is—a great fuck partner who can always get me off in the most incredible way—and leave it at that?

      Who am I trying to kid? I know it’s not nearly that simple. Last night, getting caught up in a wave of heat and desire, I forgot how unsettling the morning after with Glenn can be. It was the same way six years ago. It was that way the few times we fell into bed in the months after our relationship ended. Because I’ve always cared deeply for Glenn, whether he’s been in my life or not. And every time I have him for only a brief moment, I’m devastated when he’s gone.

      No matter how much I tell myself that I’ll be fine without him, and move on after having amazing sex, that’s just not true.

      Beside me, he is silent and still. I snuggle my back against his front and sigh. Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic, but I wish this moment would last forever. Us lying together like this. That there didn’t have to be a goodbye in the morning.

      I’m surprised when Glenn links fingers with mine, because I thought he was sleeping. A moment later, he asks, “What are you thinking?”

      “I thought you were asleep.”

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