Page 10 of The Naughty List
Taking one of her hands in mine, I pull her to the couch. It may not be a safe decision, but it’s better than the bedroom. As soon as I sit down, she tries to climb onto my lap, but I stop her, placing a hand on her leg to keep her in place. It literally pains me.
As I drape my arm along the back of the sofa, she cuddles close, resting her head against my shoulder. This is still highly inappropriate, and if anyone were to walk out, it would be a scene, but I tell myself that this is okay. I turned down the opportunity to fuck her in her bedroom, so I shouldn’t feel bad about this, right?
I tell myself whatever lies I need to.
Soon, she’s kissing me again. My dick is practically screaming in agony, pent up behind my zipper, but I mentally shut it up. There is no way it’s getting any action tonight, at least not from anyone but me.
So while she kisses me, I run a hand down her spine. She’s in a large black Nirvana T-shirt with nothing underneath but a pair of thin cotton underwear. When my hand reaches her hip, she hums and jerks her body toward me.
I tell myself that this is for her, not me, but that’s a lie. Even if she never touches my dick, making her feel good is all I fucking want for Christmas.
Her knees seem to fall open naturally as my hand rounds her hip to reach her lower belly. Quickly, I grab a plush throw blanket from the back of the couch and cover her with it. Something about letting her be open and exposed to the Christmas tree feels wrong. Then, when I have her covered, I kiss her mouth again, letting my fingers drift over her panties. They are soaked, and my cock twitches at the thought.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, both for consent and just to hear her tell me what she wants.
“Yes,” she moans quietly against my lips. “Touch me, Grant.”
Fuck, my heart skips a beat. Those words on her lips tasted so fucking good.
Slowly, I work her underwear down her legs to have full access to her. I keep her mouth on mine as I run my fingers over her soaking wet folds. She hums again with my shirt gripped tight in her fists, but when she tries to move her hand to the rock hard bulge in my jeans, I stop her.
“I think it’s best we don’t get him involved.”
She whines, letting her head hang back, but her protests don’t last long when I find her clit and begin to circle it with subtle pressure. Her hips tremble in response.
“Yes,” she mouths, and I kiss her neck.
“It’s taking all of my restraint to not fuck you right here, Audrey,” I whisper.
Her back arches, clearly a fan of my dirty talk. Sliding my fingers over her folds again, I feel her arousal drip down, and I spread it over her opening before I gently ease one finger in.
I am undone as she clenches around me. So tight, so beautiful.
My sweet, perfect Audrey.
Turning her head, she kisses my mouth, meanwhile jerking her hips to create the friction she wants. I stroke her toward her climax, feeling her pulse quicken against my chest before I pull out and rub hard on that sensitive nub.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps against my lips.
Keeping up the pressure, I watch as she slowly unfolds, her body jolting in a nearly silent climax.
The grip of her hand on my shirt has probably torn a hole through it, and I hope it has. I will keep this shirt as a souvenir forever, to remember the most beautiful orgams I have ever witnessed. She hums into my mouth as she comes, my hand soaked from her pleasure.
“Oh my god,” she pants, silently. Her hips are still moving in a gentle aftershock rhythm.
“That was fucking beautiful, Audrey.” I can’t seem to stop kissing her, desperate to feel this nearness as much as I can. Reluctantly, I take my hand away from her and wipe the moisture on my shirt—which I’m definitely keeping now.
She keeps her head on the back of the couch, staring up at me with post-orgasm stars in her eyes and a pink tint to her cheeks. I love that she’s not embarrassed or ashamed of just coming in my hands. Instead she reaches for my zipper again.
“Let me return the favor,” she begs.
I hold her hand against my chest. “No, baby.”
She pouts and I kiss her softly on the lips. “You should probably get to bed.”
“Are you going to touch yourself in your RV?” she asks with a wicked grin.
“Oh definitely, and I’m going to think about how beautiful you are when I do.”