Getting sexy. Kayla Perrin
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Shit, I was right. He looks exactly the same. Which is to say he’s still as scrumptious as he always was.
His eyes move over me as his lips pull in a grin. Those eyes. Those intense hazel eyes of his. The kind that with one sweeping look seem to undress you. They’ve always been my undoing.
And he smells so good. The light scent of his cologne drifts into my nose, and my body temperature starts to rise. Every amazing memory of Glenn floods my mind. He’s the one man who knew how to totally satisfy me in the bedroom.
Yeah, I’m desperate for a man.
Fuck, I’m in trouble.
I clear my throat. “Glenn.”
“Mmm mmm mmm, Lishelle.”
I’m wearing an above-the-knee V-neck black dress—minus the tan jacket I wore on top of it when I was on camera. I know it’s hot. Glenn knows it, too.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” I ask in a very straitlaced tone.
He holds the door open wide. “Come on in. Make yourself comfortable.”
I slowly walk into the room. Behind me, I hear the door close, and the bolt click. I close my eyes, count to three, then turn to face Glenn.
He’s walking toward me, and I can’t help but take in his incredibly sexy form. He heads straight toward me, and I tense, anticipating an embrace. But he stops before he reaches me and lifts two glasses of wine that have already been poured off the dresser.
He offers me a glass. I don’t take it right away.
“Take it,” he insists.
“Glenn, I came here to talk.”
His lips form a lopsided grin. “Do you really want me to believe that you don’t want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you?”
My pussy explodes with heat. Damn him. How dare he know me so well?
I finally take the glass from him and down a liberal gulp. The crisp Chardonnay hits the spot.
But not the spot I know Glenn can hit so well…
Given the satisfied smirk on Glenn’s face, it’s obvious he can see in my eyes what I’m thinking. “I remember what you liked,” he tells me. “I remember everything.”
“Do you?” My voice is husky, seductive.
“Oh, yeah.”
He takes the wineglass from me and puts both down on the nearby dresser. He takes my hands and just holds them. Holds them and stares into my eyes.
“You look amazing,” he tells me.
“You look the same.”
“That good or bad?”
“You know it’s good.”
“Lishelle. Here we are, in the same room after all this time. It’s hard to believe.”
My nervous energy is killing me. I’d almost prefer that he rip my clothes off and screw me than make any kind of small talk.
He presses his mouth to my forehead, and it’s like I’ve been hit with an electrical charge. “I meant it when I said I’ve missed you,” he whispers.
“Glenn…” My voice is shaky.
“I want to touch you so badly.” His lips graze my cheeks.
“I don’t know where you’ve been,” I say. “It’s been almost six years.”
“I know, I know. You have nothing to worry about, but I’ve got condoms in any case.”
Still holding my hands, he urges my body closer to his as his lips move to the side of my neck. “Ooh, Lishelle.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
And then he’s pulling me into an embrace. I don’t resist, not one bit. I know why I came here, what he wants. What I want.
His lips come down on mine. I open my mouth to him for a deep and passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle while our hands desperately touch each other, like we’ve both been waiting for this moment for the past six years.
Maybe I have. Because Lord knows I haven’t been able to forget the connection Glenn and I shared in the bedroom.
“Oh, baby.” His hands cover my ass and squeeze. “Damn, you still feel so good.”
I pull his vest out of his jeans. Slipping my hands beneath it, I sigh as I feel his warm skin.
“Feel me,” Glenn says in a raspy voice. “Feel how much I want you.”
I lower my hand to his crotch and stroke his erection through his jeans. It’s as hard as a slab of granite, and thick and long like I remember it.
“Damn you, Glenn. You know I can’t resist this.”
“I know something else you can’t resist.” He places a finger between my breasts and slowly trails it down my body. He keeps going, until he skims my vagina through my dress. His eyes are on me the entire time, even as he lowers himself onto his knees and pushes the dress up.
“Oh, yeah,” he moans, fingering the edge of my thigh-high stockings. “This look is so hot.”
He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, and I quiver. I grab his shoulders for balance as he kisses my other thigh, this time adding a flick of his tongue.
“Oh, shit,” I mumble, closing my eyes.
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.
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