Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) (17 page)

“I hope you’re hungry,” she says, wrapping an arm around my waist, then cupping my ass. “I know I am.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down.

I smile. “I’m famished.”

My hand slides between her legs. And then my lips are on hers. Her tongue explores my mouth, with urgency, with a longing need, that matches my own. She tastes like Wrigley’s Cobalt chewing gum. I press my pussy into her. She squeezes a chunk of my ass, biting my bottom lip, and then her mouth moves from mine down the side of my neck, along my collarbone, leaving a trail of warm kisses before moving to my breasts. Her mouth travels over my left nipple, sucking it harder than it already is before traveling over to the other one. Her right hand releases my ass cheek and slides between my legs. She cups my pussy, then allows her wandering fingers to discover what I already know. I am soaking wet.

She grins. “Looks like someone’s excited to see me. Or did you start the party without me?” She lowers her voice to a hushed whisper, the heat of her gaze scorching over my body and turning up the heat in my already heated cunt.

“Both.”

And now she is kissing me again. Her tongue is hot and lush, swirling around my own. I grind into her. And she grinds back. Then after a few more minutes of deep, tongue-probing kisses, she pulls away and holds my gaze as she removes her hand from between my legs and places her two fingers into her mouth. There is a feral look in her eyes as she watches me watch her suck away my juices from her fingers.

“Let’s eat,” she says, stepping back.

“I’d rather eat you.”

“And you shall. But first I want you to eat what I’ve—” She goes to walk away and I reach for her. Gather her hands behind her back and hold her wrists together with one hand. My warm breath is on her ear.

“So glad you’re home.” I nip her ear. One of her weak spots. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me, too,” she manages to say, wriggling.

I breathe her in. “Mmm. You smell so sweet.” I kiss the back of her neck, nuzzle her earlobes, then slide my hand up her skirt. She shivers, her cantaloupe-sized breasts rising and falling with each anticipated breath she takes. I slowly inch my hand up her thigh, teasing her with whisper-soft-kisses along the side of her neck.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I murmur against her skin. “My pussy missed you.”

“And mine missed you. But we need to…” My fingers reach the edge of her panties. The French-cut cotton panties that hug her beautiful, smooth ass like a second skin.

“I wanna bury my fingers, my tongue, into your soft, wet pussy. You want that, baby? You want me to pull your panties to the side and fuck your hungry hole with my fingers?”

She grinds her ass into me. “Mmm. Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you.”

She spins out of my grasp, slapping my hands away. “Yes, you are. Now let’s eat. We’ll have all day for play.”

I roll my eyes, sucking my teeth, then groan, begrudgingly pulling out a chair. I pause from taking a seat, thinking about the wet stain that’s sure to soak into the cushion if I do not place something over it. “You have my pussy so wet.” I smack her on the ass as I brush past her, walking out into the pantry.

She laughs. “Don’t blame that on me.”

“Oh, and you’re not wet?” I ask, walking back out into the kitchen holding a thick white towel in my hand.

She glances away from the stove, gazing at me over her shoulder. “I’m always wet for you, boo. Thought you knew.”

I wink at her, smiling. “I love me some you.” I lay the towel across the cushion of the chair, then sit down. “Now what you got to eat that’s better than eating you?”

“Girl, hush. Aside from this breakfast I made for you, there’s nothing better than you eating me, than
me
eating
you.
But that’s beside the point.”

“Pussy’s the breakfast of champions, sweetie,” I tease. “Thought you knew.”

She laughs, walking over to the counter for two plates. “I know you better eat before this food gets cold.” She returns placing one plate in front of me, then sits the other on the placemat next to me, pulling out her chair and sitting. She’s prepared vegetable omelets, turkey bacon, and potatoes with green peppers and onions. My stomach growls.

“How you spoil me. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

“Well, maybe I should help you figure it out.” She leans over and kisses me lightly on the lips. “Eat.”

I smile at her. “I’d rather eat you.”

“And so you shall. But not until after you’ve eaten all of your breakfast.”

I laugh, lifting a forkful of potatoes to my mouth. We steal sly, flirty glances at one another, alternatively feeding each other from our plates until we’ve pretty much cleaned our plates. I’m ready to make love and cuddle, but Sasha’s obsessive need to have the kitchen clean before doing anything else will prevent her from letting go, from spontaneously fucking me. So I get up and help her with the task at hand so we can move onto more exciting things, like me having my way with her.

•  •  •

“Laila…” she breathes.

“Sssh.” I press my lips to hers, gaze into her eyes, then take a step back. “Take your clothes off.”

“Right here in the kitchen?”

“Yes, right here.” She suggests we take our play into the shower so that she can shower off the grime from the red-eye flight she was on. “That won’t be necessary,” I say, walking over to the island counter and pulling open the middle drawer, removing a wooden spoon. From another drawer I pull out a thick brown silicone dildo I keep hidden there in case I am in the mood for a quick fuck in the kitchen, like now. Dildos and butt plugs and other sex toys are tucked in miscellaneous drawers and closets throughout my loft.

Sasha’s eyes twinkle with anticipation as she eyes the wooden utensil and dildo in my hand. A sly grin spreads across my lips. “I want to fuck you right here. I’ve missed you, Sasha.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” She watches me watch her as she slowly removes her apron, then her blouse and bra. Next, she steps out
of her skirt. She leaves on her purple panties and her heels. “My pussy has missed you, as well.”

“Then you won’t deny me.”

I watch her lick her lips. Her eyes darken with arousal. “No. Never.” She slips a hand between her legs.

I take a step toward her. Then another. Then another until I have her back pressed against the kitchen’s cool tile wall. My mouth brushes her ear and she shivers, turning her face until her lips meet mine. She opens her mouth to me. She wraps her arms around my waist. My tongue slips in as I draw her in closer, one hand closing on her hip, the other around the back of her neck. The urgent press of her pussy against my pelvis tells me she is as hot and wet and needy as I am.

I bite her neck lightly. She moans. My hands smooth over her ass, touch over the curve of her hips, then cup her breasts. Her nipples go hard as I alternately lick around each one, grazing them with my teeth. I pinch them between forefinger and thumb, then lick them, all over again, before sucking each one into my mouth.

Sasha’s moans as her hand eases its way down my body. I gasp when she finds her way to my treasure. She feels the wetness that has gathered between my thighs. I gently bite her bottom lip, and then move mouth from hers down the side of her neck, licking and kissing until I find her spot slightly above her collarbone. Sasha’s fingers moving steadily over my protruding, erect clit, then to my slit. My breath catches.

“Oh, yes. Mmm…”

I let one hand snake down into her damp panties, while the other teases her nipple. We are both moaning now as we purposefully run our fingers up and down the slick folds of each other’s cunts.

I dip a finger into hers.

She dips a finger into mine.

Then two, then three. Buried to the knuckles.

Our lips lock, our tongues dance around the others. We groan softly and begin pumping our fingers in and out of each other’s pussy, grazing each other’s clit just enough to bring the other to the edge of a climax. We have become seduced to rhythm and the sound of our hands and fingers.

Sasha is so hot and wet and slippery.

So am I.

We stop kissing and hold each other’s gaze while our fingers continue to explore our cunts. There are no words needed. She sees it my eyes. And I see it in hers. The feral look of want and need and heated passion.

I slip my hand out of her panties and put my cum-soaked fingers to her pouty lips. She licks around them, her luscious tongue cleaning each finger clean as she continues stirring in my dripping cunt. My husky groans turn sharp with lust and desire as she pulls her own fingers out of my soppy wet heat, spreads my spicy juices over my lips, then licks them, slowly trailing her tongue over my bottom lip. My fingers sink back into her sticky center. Then hers back into mine. Our thumbs flick back and forth over each other’s clit. I fling my head back and explode. My juices soak her fingers and my pussy clenches and unclenches.

A few seconds later, Sasha is climaxing as well. Her sweet moans boomerang around the kitchen.

“Y-you like that?” I whisper in her ear, on the verge of climaxing myself.

She shudders beneath my hand, clutching my fingers. “Y-yes.”

I gasp, biting down on my bottom lip as another wave of heat erupts throughout my body.

Another second, and Sasha is pulling her fingers out of me, placing them back up to my mouth. I part my lips and she slips them in. She moans as I suck her fingers. I remove my fingers from her pulsing warmth. And now she is sucking on my fingers.

When she has finished cleaning my fingers with her mouth and tongue, I kiss her long and deep, then tell her I want her on the granite counter. Tell her I’m ready to serve her, to feast on her. I slap her on the ass with the wooden spoon as she cups my pussy, then walks over to the counter. She lifts herself up on to it, then leans back and parts her legs. This is how she will give herself to me. Her pussy naked and exposed for my greedy pleasure. She knows better than anyone that I can spend hours suckling and nibbling her, luxuriating her soft moans and gasps.

As I saunter over to her, my lips curled seductively, I can feel my own juicy pussy pulsing—nectar slowly trickling out, then sliding down the insides of my thighs. “You ready for your tongue-fuck, baby?”

“You know I am.” Her hand slips over her smooth mound, she rubs over it slowly, taunting her clit. My lust-filled gaze connects with the burning fire in her brown eyes. “I can’t wait to feel your hot, wet tongue all over my pussy; all over my clit.”

“Be careful what you ask for, my sweet love,” I tease, placing the dildo beside her, lifting her right foot and licking the ball of her foot before sucking in her big toe. I then slowly make my way over to her pinky toe. She gasps. I do the same to her left foot. She grabs the edges of the counter as I lick up the back of her calves, then kiss the inside of her thighs.

“Mmm…”

I nudge her legs wide, grasp her hips, then pull her to the edge of the counter. I dip my head between her legs and lap up her tangy juice. Sasha moans as my tongue and lips move over her.

“Oooh, baby, your sweet pussy tastes so good,” I murmur against her sticky wetness.

I look up at her. Her lids are half-closed, her eyes glazed over in a fiery haze of lust. “You want more?”

“Y-yes,” she rasps, her voice thick with passion. “Give it to me, baby.”

I resume lapping her juicy pussy, then sink my tongue into her drenched slit. Her inner heat burns my tongue as I suck her clit voraciously. I tease her toward an orgasm, then pull away, leaning up and pressing my mouth to hers. We kiss, our tongues parting starving lips, the passion between us surging like a swelling sea. And I know—without a doubt, with every aching fiber in my entire body, that I love her. That Sasha is my life partner. What had started out as simply mutual desire has blossomed into a relationship of burning need, of unadulterated longing, and never-ending want.

“I love you,” Sasha pushes out almost breathlessly as if she’s read my thoughts.

I reach for her face, cup her cheek, a smile spreading over my cum-coated lips. “I knew I loved you from the moment you whipped my pussy.”

“And I loved you more.” She pulls me into her, sucking on my lips, tasting herself on me, then slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her body bows as she grabs my shoulders and slowly pushes me downward. “Finish eating my pussy. I wanna come all over your tongue.”

She does not need to say more. Her command is my wish. I part her swollen pussy lips. Inhale deeply. Her sweet musky scent engulfs me. I breathe it in like one of my favorite perfumes before licking the tip of her crowning jewel. Her moans embolden me to pull it deeper into my mouth. My mouth latches onto her
clit, sucking it lovingly—in long, lascivious pulls—as her hand cradles the back of my head.

She moans again as I swirl my thumb into her wetness. I keep sucking her, bringing her close to orgasm, then pulling back only to have her grind her pussy harder into my mouth.

“Oooh, Laila…” she gasps and starts to come. If her clit were a cock she’d be ramming it down into my neck, coating my throat with her orgasm.

My gaze meets hers with a sly grin as I breathe in the wetness of her pussy. It’s smell reminding me of heated rain during a summer storm. “Mmm. I love the way your pussy smells.”

She giggles. “Oh, yeah? And what does it smell like?”

“The scent of want, of hungry need.” I lean in closer, the tip of my nose practically pressed into her slit, and breathe her in again. Then within seconds, I am pushing the tip of the wooden spoon’s handle between her pussy lips, circling her entrance, teasing her, and making her whimper and clench.

I flick my tongue over her clit, looking up at her. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes. Mmmhmm. Give me more.” I slide more of the handle into her slit, pulling it all the way out slowly, then pushing it back into the folds of her velvety softness. Sasha throws her head back and moans loudly. I continue spoon-fucking her until her cunt soaks the wooden utensil with its juices. I pull it out, then lift it to my lips and slide it into my mouth. I hold her gaze as I suck the handle clean. Her eyes twinkle in anticipation. She knows what’s to come. Her pussy starts to drip.