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  “How’s work for you?” I asked.

  “Good.”

  “Good.”

  “And your friend, um, I can never remember her name.”

  “Julie. She’s fine.”

  “Good.” I smirked as I pushed my food around. “Is she seeing anyone?”

  “Kyle!”

  I laughed. “I’m kidding. You’re the only MILF for me.”

  “Oh my God.” She pushed herself from the table.

  “I’m kidding. Kate,” I called around my laugh as she left the room. Dropping my napkin and fork on the table, I followed her into the kitchen. “I was kidding.”

  She looked at me with a raised brow. She leaned against the counter and took a long drink of the wine she’d just poured. “You’re incorrigible.”

  “I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

  “You should.” She took another drink.

  As I watched her gulp rather than sip her wine, I couldn’t help but think about the last time she’d had a few too many drinks. The night she’d helped me into bed and took a moment to press her ass against my hard dick.

  “Speaking of Julie, though.”

  “Kyle.”

  “You talked to her about us, didn’t you?”

  She tried to hide her amusement as she took another drink, but I saw it. “There is no us.”

  I ignored her rebuttal. “You had dinner with her after we had too much wine and fell into my bed.”

  “You pushed me into your bed,” she clarified.

  I grinned. “You rubbed your ass over my dick.”

  “You had your hands all over me as we went upstairs. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

  I laughed. I couldn’t deny that one. “Okay, I admit it. I started it. But you did press against me.”

  She chuckled. “I was confirming my suspicion that you were…excited.”

  “I’ve been excited since I moved in. You’re avoiding my question. What did you tell her?”

  Her face grew red, and she turned her back on me. “Girl talk is for girls. You would do well to learn that.” She filled her glass again.

  I stepped to where she stood, reached to the cabinet above her, and got a glass out. She took a drink from her glass as I filled mine. Even though she had her back to me, I could sense her internal struggle had flared again.

  I took a drink as I debated what to do. I could let it go, walk away, and hope the topic was revisited, hope she gave in on her own—or I could push it and risk pissing her off.

  As I swallowed the sweet red, I thought about the books I’d found, the stories she read. By the time I put my glass on the tiled counter, I had decided to be that guy—like the ones in her stories. Bold and pushy. And hope that she would react like the women, give in and let me have what I wanted.

  I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her back to my chest. She gasped but didn’t resist.

  I tilted my head down, and with my lips close to her ear, I whispered, “Did you tell her how I watch you? How I can’t take my eyes off you?”

  She exhaled slowly.

  I brushed my thumb over her taut nipple. “Did you tell her I touched you that night and how much you liked it?”

  I heard her swallow hard, so I put my other hand on the inside of her thigh and inched it upward under her skirt. “Did you tell her that you want to fuck me? Because I know you do.”

  Her head fell back on my shoulder, and I heard her breath leave her in a quivering gust. I moved my hands higher, both of them—one cupping her breast, squeezing it firmly, the other cupping her pussy as I pressed my fingers against her. She let out a sound, a cross between a whimper and a moan.

  “Almost as much as I want to fuck you. Right here, right now,” I whispered.

  Her head rolled away from me, so I released my hold on her breast and gently held her face as I turned it back to me. “Did she tell you to fuck me?”

  I ran my fingers over her panties as the thumb of my other hand traced her bottom lip. She made another sound as I moved my hand inside the neckline of her dress and over her naked breast.

  “Answer me,” I breathed.

  She inhaled slowly. “She said it didn’t have to mean anything.”

  “And?”

  “And that I should let it happen.”

  “She’s right. And you almost let it happen last night. Didn’t you?” I ran my fingers deep between her legs as a reminder of how she’d come as I’d fingered her on the sofa. “And it felt so good. You wanted it as much as I did. You want it as much as I do right now. So just let it happen. Let me lift you on the counter and lick you, taste you, pound into you right here like I’ve wanted to since that night I watched you.” I ran my hand over her again. “Let me fuck you, Kate.”

  I heard her exhale again. This time, I could have sworn I actually felt her give in. “Once summer ends”—she faced me—“so does this.”

  “Whatever you want.”

  It was the last reassurance she must have needed. She kissed me, this time more roughly than before. Her mouth worked over mine, her teeth nipping at my lip. I already had an idea of how she liked it and was quick to dig my hands into her hair. I pulled it just hard enough to guide her head back so I could put my mouth to her neck.

  She pressed her nails into my shoulders as I sucked and nibbled at her flesh. She moaned my name, and I couldn’t hold out any longer. I released her hair and slid my hands down her body to her thighs and pushed her dress up. Once I found her panties, I didn’t hesitate in tugging at them until the lace fell down her legs.

  Leaning back, I found her gaze and held it as I lifted her onto the counter. She removed my T-shirt and tossed it aside and then leaned in and inhaled as she dragged her nose up my chest. I kissed her hard and then pushed her away as I dropped to my knees in front of her.

  I slowly pushed her legs apart, and finally I saw what I’d been fantasizing about for so long. Her dark hair was short and shaved into a small patch. I could see the moisture of her longing, and I started to salivate.

  I leaned forward and closed my eyes, breathing in her scent. It was glorious, so much better than what she’d left on my hand the night before and what I’d smelled in her panties. Her fingers dug into my hair, and her legs went over my shoulders. I couldn’t believe this was happening just like I’d fantasized so many times.

  I opened my mouth, dragged my tongue gently up her slit, and licked the juices that were starting to flow from her. She tasted so good I had no choice but to have more of her. I pulled her closer to the edge of the counter and delved in. She moaned loudly and pressed her pussy against my face as I pushed my tongue into her, savoring every drop.

  She said my name, deep and slow, and I glided my tongue up her cunt until I found her clit, which I taunted with several licks before gently biting it. She jerked against me and practically growled. I knew she was close to coming when she tightened her legs over my shoulders and used her hands to press my face deeper into her, grinding against my mouth.

  I dug my fingers into her hips and held her as I moved my mouth over her clit. Once she let go, I shoved my tongue into her as deeply as I could as she fulfilled one of my many fantasies by coming in my mouth. I licked her several more times as she started to relax and tried to catch her breath.

  I stood, lifted her dress over her head, and tossed it aside. It had been dark in the den the night before, so I hadn’t gotten to look at her tits. They were exactly as I had imagined them. Full creamy mounds topped with pink buds.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, and she grinned. I cupped the breast I’d felt up the night before, squeezing the flesh before I pinched her hard nipple. I did that several times before she reached for my shorts. While I suckled at her tit, she released the button and zipper.

  She let out a sultry laugh when she slid her hand over my hard cock, and I grunted as I clenched my teeth together.

  “So close already?”

  “You have no idea how long I’ve needed this.”
I pushed my shorts down so she could have full access to my dick.

  She rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the juice that was leaking. She slid her hand down the shaft. “I’ve wanted that in me since I felt it that night in your bed.”

  I chuckled. “I’ve wanted it in you since I met you.”

  She squeezed her hand tightly as she went down over my dick again. “Have you been thinking about me like this for that long?”

  “I jacked off thinking of you the first night I was here. I heard that prick fucking you, and I don’t think I’ve thought of another woman since.”

  She bit her lip as she smirked. “I thought it started that night when you watched us right here.”

  I groped her tit and buried my face in her neck. “That just gave me more to work with.”

  “I bet it did.”

  I felt her hands roaming over me as I devoured her neck. I leaned back when she reached for something. She grasped her purse on the counter, dragged it to her, and pulled out a condom. After she tore it open, she slid her tongue into my mouth and rolled the rubber over my dick.

  Then her legs were around my hips. She pulled me closer and ran her tongue along my neck. She tickled my ear with the tip as she whispered, “Fuck me, Kyle.”

  Sweet God, how long had I wanted to hear those words? I pulled her to the very edge of the counter and felt my cock at her opening. She was hot and wet and ready. I gripped her hips and leaned back until I could see her face. When her gaze locked on mine, I thrust into her and watched her teeth sink into her lip.

  I probably could have come right then, just from entering her. Her body was hot and slick. I could smell her arousal mixed in with the lavender scent of her. I could still taste her. And seeing her face, her head back slightly as she looked down into my eyes while her lips parted and she inhaled sharply, was more than I had dreamed.

  She rolled her hips and tightened her muscles around me as she moved. She moaned as she held my gaze. It was the sweetest torture I’d ever felt. She was tormenting me and she knew it, like she always had.

  She did it again, as if she were daring me to come already, but I’d jacked off the night before, thinking of her writhing beneath me. I knew I could hold off for a while. I had to. Now that I finally had my cock buried in her, I wasn’t about to let it end so quickly.

  I thrust into her and jerked her hips against me as she gyrated. She rolled her head back and let out a load groan, and I had a clear view of what she had looked like that night so long ago when I’d watched through the door. Once we had a fast, hard rhythm, I squeezed her tit, again rolling the nipple between my fingers, causing her to cry out.

  I squeezed her harder. “Look at me.”

  When she did, I thrust as deep as I could and pinched her nipple hard. Her gaze locked with mine, and she looked like she might devour me. A moment later, she screamed out as her pussy tightened around me, gripping me in constant crashing waves as she came.

  It took everything I had not to join her, but I resisted. When she started to relax, I pulled out of her and lifted her off the counter. She didn’t hesitate to turn around and bend forward on the tiles. I lifted her up onto her tippy-toes so I could fill her from behind in one quick shove. She hissed loudly. I grasped her hip with one hand while the other grabbed a handful of her long hair as I slammed into her. When I felt her starting to come, I reached between her legs and pressed against her clit.

  This time when she screamed out, I rammed my cock deep inside and let myself finish.

  Kate was breathless when I stopped moving. She let her head drop onto the counter as she gasped for air. I untangled my hand from her hair and licked along her shoulder before nibbling on her ear. She reached up and held my face. She turned her head and kissed me, not hungry like before. She put her lips to mine and lingered for a moment. “Very nice, Kyle.”

  “Thanks.”

  I stepped into the half bath to toss out the rubber and clean up. By the time I walked back into the kitchen, she was dressed and putting dinner away. It was still an amazing sight. Her long, lean body was as perfect as I’d always imagined, thin but curvy. Tight but soft.

  When she smiled at me, I instantly wanted to fuck her again.

  I think I could have stood there watching her all day, but we walked into the den and sat on the sofa where just the night before I’d made her come. Instead of keeping a respectable distance as we always had, she draped her legs over mine while we drank wine and watched a movie. It wasn’t long, though, before I slowly pushed her skirt up enough that I could brush my thumb over her panties.

  This led to her rubbing my thigh, which turned into her sliding her hand into my shorts to tease my cock. I was planning on laying her back and climbing on top of her, but before I made my move, she dropped to the floor in front of me.

  She smirked as she tugged my pants open, and while Bruce Willis blew up some bad guys, Kate slid my dick into her mouth. I held her head as she moved up and down. She was sucking as she did and jacking with one hand while the other gently rolled my balls. She moaned every time she went down, sending sensations through me that I’d never felt before.

  She alternated between sucking and licking, and as she moved down I could feel the head of my cock going into her throat. It was the best fucking feeling I’d ever had, and it was just a few minutes before I’d had all I could take.

  “Kate.” I fisted her hair and tugged her back. “I’m going to come. Kate.” I gave her as much warning as I could, but she didn’t stop. In fact, she took me deeper and sucked harder as she leaned back and then went deep again. Semen shot out of me in a hot rush and into her mouth.

  Every other girl who’d sucked my cock was grossed out by the thought of having come in her mouth, but Kate swallowed the load and then sucked me until another spurt shot into her and then another. Finally, she leaned back and licked her lips.

  “Mmm,” she moaned before sticking her tongue in my mouth.

  8

  I slept in Kate’s room Saturday night. Actually, I didn’t sleep much. I still couldn’t believe she had fucked me, and I had this strange fear that if I fell asleep, things would go back to the way they had been.

  That fear grew when I woke to find her gone. I checked the bathroom, but she wasn’t there. Then I went downstairs. A cup of coffee had been made, but she wasn’t in the kitchen or the den. I looked out at the pool, but she wasn’t there either.

  Finally I opened the door to the garage. Her car was gone. Disappointed, I went back upstairs and jumped in the shower. I was rinsing off and about to get out when the shower door opened and a draft swirled around me. I turned, and she was there, smirking as she looked at my chest.

  “I was going to do that,” she said.

  “What?”

  “Wash you.”

  “Oh? Well,” I said when she stuck out her lip in a luscious pout, “I’m sure I missed a spot. Or two.”

  She smiled. “I’m sure. But I brought breakfast. Hurry up before it gets cold.”

  With that, she disappeared, and my confidence was renewed. So was my libido. The thought of seeing Kate wet and soapy was enough to send my blood flowing south. I’d thought about fucking her in the shower more times than I could count. I’d also jacked off in the shower more times than I could count.

  I smiled as I realized that was no longer necessary.

  Within an hour, we had eaten, drunk some coffee, and headed back upstairs.

  I kicked the bathroom door shut behind us. She started the water and lifted her shirt over her head. Her breasts were held high in a black lace bra that drew me in like an addict.

  I pushed her pants and underwear over her hips. Her clothing fell away, and I leaned in and pressed my face in her neck.

  She smelled like sleep and sex. Even though it was an amazing scent, I couldn’t wait to get her under the water and lather her up with the bottle of lavender-scented wash that she used.

  While she stepped in, I grabbed a condom I’d brought and t
hen followed her. The water washed over us, and she leaned her head back as I stroked my fingers through her long hair. I made sure the strands were wet before I reached for her shampoo.

  She grinned. “Such a gentleman.”

  I laughed as I squirted a big blob into my palm. “I just want to get this part over so I can bend you over and fuck you.”

  Her laugh was sexy and deep. I washed her hair, probably not as well as she would have, and helped her rinse before doing the same with her conditioner.

  I reached for her body wash. My cock had been stiff since she’d walked in on me earlier, but the moment the scent of her wash drifted around us, I was hard and throbbing. I had used that to jack off in the shower, so as soon as I smelled it, my body knew it was going to get release. Only this time, release was going to come deep inside the woman I’d been lusting after for months.

  Her skin felt like satin as my hands drifted over her. She planted her palms against the tiles and spread her legs as I ran my fingers down her back, gently working the lather over her.

  She sighed appreciatively and stuck her ass out, arching her back as my hands moved lower. I slid them around her waist and back up, cupping her breasts and sliding over the flesh until I could roll her nipples between my fingers. She instantly fell back against me and let the water rinse the soap away.

  I pressed my cock against her as my hands moved down. With her legs spread and ass pushed back against me, I easily slid my hand between her legs and found her clit.

  Kate hissed and jolted back, pressing my dick between her ass cheeks. I ground into her as I rubbed over her clit, and my other hand teased one of her nipples. I reached farther between her legs and slid two fingers inside her as she gyrated against me, moving her ass over my cock, making me ache to be inside her.

  As I drove my fingers in and out, she took over playing with the nub between her legs until she was gasping and rubbing frantically. I felt her pussy grip at my fingers and knew she was coming. Reaching past her, I grabbed the condom off the soap dish where I’d set it and used my mouth to tear it open. While she fucked one of my hands, my other hand struggled to get the condom on. Finally, I pulled my hand from her and finished wrapping my cock. When she turned around, her gaze begging for more, I was ready.