Stir Me (Rouse Me 2)

The rest of the day is bliss. We swim around the pool, naked, splashing fights ending only in long kisses. We shower together, and I press her against the hard tile wall, rubbing her until she comes. We curl up on the couch, and I relinquish control of the remote to Alyssa. She squeals over Downton Abbey, reveling over the subtext in every scene.

I try desperately to teach her how to cook stir fry, but she is helpless anywhere near the kitchen. It's adorable. She holds the knife with utter fear, looking away as she slices into a bell pepper.

"You're going to cut yourself like that," I say.

She shakes her head, sets down the knife, and moves away.

"It's easy. Here." I slide behind her, the back of her body pressed into the front of mine, my hand over hers, and I guide her through the motions.

She takes a seat on the couch after dinner. She's coy, but her intentions are obvious. She has that look in her eyes--that damn I want to fuck you look. She bites her bottom lip, her fingertips pressing together.

I know what she wants, but still... I'm not going to give in so easily.

I move towards the couch, stretching my arms over my head so she can gawk at my abs the way she always does.

She stares at me, her eyes filling with lust. "You're disgustingly hot."

"You're one to talk." I pull her onto my lap.

She straddles me, her thighs pressed around me tightly.

I brush a hair from her eyes, soaking in the sight of her. We'll be done with sweetness soon. I have to savor the moment.

"What?" she asks. A shy smile curls onto her face.

"Just imagining what you'll look like when I make you come."

"Well, just this once, I might allow you to make that a reality," she says.

"Just this once? I seem to recall it happening many, many times in the past."

"That's possible."

"Just for that, I'm going

to make you come twice."

She laughs. "I should misbehave more often."

She arches into me and brings her mouth to mine, sucking on my lips.

I run my fingertips up her arms, my touch light as a feather. Then it's her shoulders and her back, and under the straps of her tank top. She groans, squirming, sucking harder on my lips. She's already so full of want. It's going to be difficult to torture her for long.

But I need to soak in all that want for as long as I can.

I pull the straps of her tank top off her shoulders, exposing the light pink fabric of her bra. She gasps, arching further into me, so desperate for me to touch her. I cup her breasts over her bra. The fabric is soft and smooth. I'm itching to get under it, to feel her skin, to rub her nipples until she's screaming.

But the wait makes it so much better.

She shifts into me, pressing her breast into my hand, her teeth sinking into her lips as she suppresses a moan. She's so fucking sexy. I wish I could spend my entire life torturing her like this, watching the beautiful agony spread across her face as she gets more and more desperate.

I slip one finger inside her bra, sliding it gently over her skin. Mhmm. She's so soft and firm at the same time. And she's rubbing her crotch against mine.

She moans, desperate for what's about to come. I unhook her bra and slide it off her shoulders. She closes her eyes, arching into me. Her nipples are so firm, and she shudders every time I touch her. I want to be inside her, filling her, making her scream in ecstasy.

But not yet.

I run my hands along her sides and bring my mouth to her nipple. She plants her hands on my shoulders, squeezing tightly. Hell, she's shaking with anticipation. Her skin tastes so good, like salt and chlorine and Alyssa. I suck, my tongue swirling around her nipples.