More Than Her
Page 11
"What?" I was still in a daze so there was no way I heard her right.
She came to a stand in front of the sofa. I sat up.
"Take off your shirt," she repeated, not a trace of humor in her tone.
"What?" I said again.
She pouted. "Please?"
"No." I shook my head laughing. I tried to stand but she pushed me down with her hands on my chest and straddled me again.
"Please?" she repeated. Then enforced a megawatt pout.
I couldn't fucking say no to her. I started to lift it, but her hands covered mine. "I want to do it," she said quietly. Then her hands lifted my shirt over my stomach, my chest, and then my head. "Sweet. Baby. Fucking. Jesus," she breathed out.
I smirked.
Her finger ran down my chest, onto my stomach where her fingers ran along the dips of my muscles. She bit her lip again, and then pulled out her phone.
"What—" I started, but the sound of the camera cut me off.
I tried to take the phone out of her hands but she held it away. "What are you doing?" I kept reaching for it but she was too fast.
"Alexis told me you had this killer body, I'm just sending her a text to tell her I agree."
"Are you sending a picture to her?"
"Yep," she announced, unashamedly.
Her phone pinged. She looked at the phone and laughed.
"What is funny? Give it to me." I tried to reach for it again. She slapped my hand away.
"Fine." I huffed out. "I don't wear a shirt, you take your jeans off."
She smiled. "Actually, I was going to ask if I could change into one of your sweats. You know," she paused for a beat. "I just want to get comfortable."
I didn't even think twice. I picked her up by her ass and carried her over to the bed, where I lazily threw her down. She squealed with laughter as she landed. I pulled out a pair of sweatpants from my dresser but held it behind me. "Strip," I told her.
Her eyes went huge.
I raised my eyebrows.
"No," she deadpanned.
I waited.
"Fine," she ground out.
I leaned back on my heels, anticipating a show.
She kicked of her shoes and laid flat on the bed. Then she unbuttoned her jeans. My eyes stayed focused on her hands.
She cleared her throat. I looked up at her face. Then I heard the zipper start. My eyes automatically went down to her hands. "Stop," I said.
She did.
My eyes travelled from her hands on her jeans, up her body, until our eyes locked. "I want to do it." I repeated her words.
I threw the sweats on the floor and moved so I was between her legs. I leaned over her, bracing my weight with one arm. And then I kissed her. Slowly. My mouth moved to her jaw, her neck, and her chest. I lifted her shirt and kissed her flat stomach. And then lower and lower. I felt her tense. Then squirm as my mouth went lower again. I curled my fingers around the band of her jeans and slowly lowered it. She lifted her hips to assist me. I pulled them down past her hips, past her ass and past her panties. Her fucking black lace panties. I heard her breath catch. I glanced up at her face—she was biting her lip, her eyes shut tight. I stood to full height. "Okay," I said. "You can do the rest." I quickly turned and adjusted myself, picking up the sweatpants as I did. If I was there a second longer I would've ripped off her panties and tasted her. No. Fucking. Doubt.
"Here." I turned around and held them out to her. She was pulling her jeans off her feet. It was the first time I saw her legs. Her fucking legs. I think my eyes actually caught on fire.
"Perv," she joked.
I didn't say shit. I was too busy staring at her fucking legs.
She pulled on the sweats and walked over to the kitchen, rolling the band over her waist a few times. "I’m hungry," she announced.
I stared at her ass.
She started opening and closing the cupboards searching for something. She opened the pantry and her eyes went wide. "Holy Moly Batman, you got like, everything in here." She started picking up random things, looking at them quickly, then putting them back. "How do you have all this stuff?"
"My dad has a housekeeper come in twice a week to stock up," I told her, moving behind her and placing my hands on her waist. I kissed her bare shoulder; she tilted her head to the side. I started kissing her neck. "Ooh," she murmured, pulling out a packet of gummy bears.
I jumped to sit on the counter and watched as she opened the freezer, took out some ice cream, spooned it into a bowl, and then pulled the red gummy bears from packet and placed them in the ice cream.
"That's fucking disgusting."
She shrugged and picked up the bowl, then turned to face me. She froze, looking right at my chest, as if she'd forgotten that I didn't have a shirt on.
"What?" I smirked, inconspicuously popping my muscles.
Her gaze left my chest and lifted to my eyes, she bit her lip, her eyes half hooded. "I really want to get this ice cream and smear it all over your body, and then lick it off, really fucking slowly."
A strangled sound travelled out of my mouth before I could stop it.
This girl kept fucking surprising me—in a good way.
She sat down on the sofa and I sat next to her. "So only the red ones, huh?" I asked.
"Yeah." She finished chewing before she continued. "The others taste weird." Her nose scrunched.
Fuck, she was cute.
I jerked my head towards her bowl. "Okay, let me try it." My mouth opened, waiting.
Instead of giving it to me, she got a spoonful and put it in her mouth. Then her mouth was on mine and it was hot and cold at the same time. She pushed a gummy bear into my mouth with her tongue.
Ho. Lee. Fuck.
I swallowed. Then brought her mouth back to mine and kissed her. I couldn't stop fucking kissing her.
***
She stood up and started walking around the room. I watched her, waiting for my dick to calm itself down before I got up. She stood in front of the cd rack and started fingering the cases.
"Wow, you kind of listen to a bit of everything, huh?" She walked over to the iPad sitting on top of the floor speakers, turned the screen on and started tapping it. "You have all your music on iTunes as well?"
I got up and stood behind her. "Yeah, I buy most of the stuff on iTunes, but some of my favorites I buy on cd's too. I kind of like to have something physical to hold, you know?"
She nodded. "I'm the same way, but with books. Everything's digital now, but sometimes I'll buy a paperback if I love the book. I love the smell of them, too. Like the first time you open them up, and they're fresh and new. Or old books," she kept talking, animated, and I found myself smiling with her. "Old books are better—and when they're all together, oh my God, like used book stores—I love them the most. You don't find many anymore, because you know, the whole e-reader thing. But I love finding them at random places." She paused to take a breath. "Whoa, I just rambled about books. Now you know every nerdy aspect of me. I bet you can't wait to take me out again." She rolled her eyes and looked down to the floor.
She came to a stand in front of the sofa. I sat up.
"Take off your shirt," she repeated, not a trace of humor in her tone.
"What?" I said again.
She pouted. "Please?"
"No." I shook my head laughing. I tried to stand but she pushed me down with her hands on my chest and straddled me again.
"Please?" she repeated. Then enforced a megawatt pout.
I couldn't fucking say no to her. I started to lift it, but her hands covered mine. "I want to do it," she said quietly. Then her hands lifted my shirt over my stomach, my chest, and then my head. "Sweet. Baby. Fucking. Jesus," she breathed out.
I smirked.
Her finger ran down my chest, onto my stomach where her fingers ran along the dips of my muscles. She bit her lip again, and then pulled out her phone.
"What—" I started, but the sound of the camera cut me off.
I tried to take the phone out of her hands but she held it away. "What are you doing?" I kept reaching for it but she was too fast.
"Alexis told me you had this killer body, I'm just sending her a text to tell her I agree."
"Are you sending a picture to her?"
"Yep," she announced, unashamedly.
Her phone pinged. She looked at the phone and laughed.
"What is funny? Give it to me." I tried to reach for it again. She slapped my hand away.
"Fine." I huffed out. "I don't wear a shirt, you take your jeans off."
She smiled. "Actually, I was going to ask if I could change into one of your sweats. You know," she paused for a beat. "I just want to get comfortable."
I didn't even think twice. I picked her up by her ass and carried her over to the bed, where I lazily threw her down. She squealed with laughter as she landed. I pulled out a pair of sweatpants from my dresser but held it behind me. "Strip," I told her.
Her eyes went huge.
I raised my eyebrows.
"No," she deadpanned.
I waited.
"Fine," she ground out.
I leaned back on my heels, anticipating a show.
She kicked of her shoes and laid flat on the bed. Then she unbuttoned her jeans. My eyes stayed focused on her hands.
She cleared her throat. I looked up at her face. Then I heard the zipper start. My eyes automatically went down to her hands. "Stop," I said.
She did.
My eyes travelled from her hands on her jeans, up her body, until our eyes locked. "I want to do it." I repeated her words.
I threw the sweats on the floor and moved so I was between her legs. I leaned over her, bracing my weight with one arm. And then I kissed her. Slowly. My mouth moved to her jaw, her neck, and her chest. I lifted her shirt and kissed her flat stomach. And then lower and lower. I felt her tense. Then squirm as my mouth went lower again. I curled my fingers around the band of her jeans and slowly lowered it. She lifted her hips to assist me. I pulled them down past her hips, past her ass and past her panties. Her fucking black lace panties. I heard her breath catch. I glanced up at her face—she was biting her lip, her eyes shut tight. I stood to full height. "Okay," I said. "You can do the rest." I quickly turned and adjusted myself, picking up the sweatpants as I did. If I was there a second longer I would've ripped off her panties and tasted her. No. Fucking. Doubt.
"Here." I turned around and held them out to her. She was pulling her jeans off her feet. It was the first time I saw her legs. Her fucking legs. I think my eyes actually caught on fire.
"Perv," she joked.
I didn't say shit. I was too busy staring at her fucking legs.
She pulled on the sweats and walked over to the kitchen, rolling the band over her waist a few times. "I’m hungry," she announced.
I stared at her ass.
She started opening and closing the cupboards searching for something. She opened the pantry and her eyes went wide. "Holy Moly Batman, you got like, everything in here." She started picking up random things, looking at them quickly, then putting them back. "How do you have all this stuff?"
"My dad has a housekeeper come in twice a week to stock up," I told her, moving behind her and placing my hands on her waist. I kissed her bare shoulder; she tilted her head to the side. I started kissing her neck. "Ooh," she murmured, pulling out a packet of gummy bears.
I jumped to sit on the counter and watched as she opened the freezer, took out some ice cream, spooned it into a bowl, and then pulled the red gummy bears from packet and placed them in the ice cream.
"That's fucking disgusting."
She shrugged and picked up the bowl, then turned to face me. She froze, looking right at my chest, as if she'd forgotten that I didn't have a shirt on.
"What?" I smirked, inconspicuously popping my muscles.
Her gaze left my chest and lifted to my eyes, she bit her lip, her eyes half hooded. "I really want to get this ice cream and smear it all over your body, and then lick it off, really fucking slowly."
A strangled sound travelled out of my mouth before I could stop it.
This girl kept fucking surprising me—in a good way.
She sat down on the sofa and I sat next to her. "So only the red ones, huh?" I asked.
"Yeah." She finished chewing before she continued. "The others taste weird." Her nose scrunched.
Fuck, she was cute.
I jerked my head towards her bowl. "Okay, let me try it." My mouth opened, waiting.
Instead of giving it to me, she got a spoonful and put it in her mouth. Then her mouth was on mine and it was hot and cold at the same time. She pushed a gummy bear into my mouth with her tongue.
Ho. Lee. Fuck.
I swallowed. Then brought her mouth back to mine and kissed her. I couldn't stop fucking kissing her.
***
She stood up and started walking around the room. I watched her, waiting for my dick to calm itself down before I got up. She stood in front of the cd rack and started fingering the cases.
"Wow, you kind of listen to a bit of everything, huh?" She walked over to the iPad sitting on top of the floor speakers, turned the screen on and started tapping it. "You have all your music on iTunes as well?"
I got up and stood behind her. "Yeah, I buy most of the stuff on iTunes, but some of my favorites I buy on cd's too. I kind of like to have something physical to hold, you know?"
She nodded. "I'm the same way, but with books. Everything's digital now, but sometimes I'll buy a paperback if I love the book. I love the smell of them, too. Like the first time you open them up, and they're fresh and new. Or old books," she kept talking, animated, and I found myself smiling with her. "Old books are better—and when they're all together, oh my God, like used book stores—I love them the most. You don't find many anymore, because you know, the whole e-reader thing. But I love finding them at random places." She paused to take a breath. "Whoa, I just rambled about books. Now you know every nerdy aspect of me. I bet you can't wait to take me out again." She rolled her eyes and looked down to the floor.
