Jay sucked in a breath and watched as he plunged the toy in and out of her, the sight hypnotic, erotic. He pushed her knees farther apart and settled between them, continuing his motions. His free hand found her right breast and kneaded it, tugging at the nipple until it peaked. Kimber’s hand covered his, and his gaze moved from her cunt to her mouth as she captured his index finger in her mouth and gave it a good, hard suck, her tongue swirling around it.
Overwhelmed, Jay became completely undone. He lost the control he’d needed to hold back and, still fucking her with the vibrator, covered her clit with his mouth, sucking, kissing, nibbling, breathing in her musky, irresistible scent. Kimber, apparently forgetting all about Taryn and Brad, screamed her pleasure toward the ceiling as her hips bucked toward his face. Lost in sensation, he lapped at her like he’d never again have the chance. Within moments, convulsions racked her body and goose bumps bloomed over her skin, and his cheeks went damp with her juices.
She was still whimpering, eyes squeezed shut and lips pouty, as he kissed his way back up her body, nestling between her open legs. He buried his face in her neck and nipped at the sensitive skin there as she draped her arms around his shoulders. “What are you trying to do to me?” she said, her words a happy sigh.
“Make you come.”
“Mission complete. Congratulations. I don’t even think I can walk, let alone help you move the rest of your stuff in.”
He clucked his tongue. “Lazy ass.”
Her mock gasp and retort was cut short by more pounding on the wall.
“That last one sounded especially inspiring,” Taryn shouted.
“Jesus, Taryn, leave them alone,” Brad admonished.
Kimber’s eyes went wide as Jay laughed. “I’d forgotten about them,” she said. “On second thought, Canada isn’t far enough. I heard there’s a nice, cheap apartment located on the fringe of the galaxy. It’s worth checking out at least.”
“Forget it. You just have to face the facts.” He combed his fingers through her hair, running into the sex-inspired nest of tangles at the back of her head. “We’re going to have an awesome time together. And the neighbors are going to hear all about it.”
“Oh, really?” A naughty smirk danced on her lips. “What’re we going to do that’s so awesome?”
He pressed his mouth to hers and gave her waist a squeeze. “You’ll see.”
“Good.” She let out a sound that was both a giggle and a moan. “I can’t wait.”
~ End ~
~ About the Author ~
Lux Zakari is an erotica-writing, heart-breaking, gun-jumping, opportunistic, ink-stained wench masquerading as a librarian in the United States. A Renaissance gal who is always both playing and working, she is interested in a variety of mediums, including music, painting, sewing, illustration, photography and graphic design. More often than not, she gets carried away with an idea—and takes everyone else along for the ride.
Some of her claims to fame include reading the entire
Sweet Valley High
series, completing Rock Band 22s Endless Set List and almost winning a few hula hooping contests. If her heart had a voice, it would sound like a Florence + the Machine song. She is currently working on an album, as well as her next novel.
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