21 Days (Time for Love 2)

Things were just getting interesting whe

n I heard a sound at the outside of the door and looked up to see it open. Sasha stood in the doorway. She was wearing the same pajamas as last night and her eyes were wide, with dark smudges underneath. She looked liked she’d been having as rough of a night as I’d had. I placed the book on my chest and watched her quietly. She walked soundlessly toward the bed and climbed in. I kept my eyes on her as she crawled slowly toward me and my heart started to beat erratically.

She looked beautiful. Red hair wild and untamed, face free of makeup, skin creamy as fresh milk.

When she got closer, I threw the covers back and she climbed inside, nestling her long body along the length of mine. I moved the book back to the table, careful to save my place, to allow her access to my bare chest. She laid her head down and placed her hand across my stomach, snuggling against me. I stroked her hair absently and closed my eyes as she began to trace small circles along my skin.

We laid there quietly for a few moments, and I breathed in the fruity smell of her hair.

“This is nice,” Sasha whispered, finally breaking the silence.

I didn’t want to rush her and ask if her presence in my bed meant that she wanted to give this friends with bennies thing a try, so I just murmured, “Mmm-hmm.”

I’d slept with a few women in my day, and had even tried out a few relationships, which had ultimately failed, but I realized I missed the simplicity of holding a woman in my arms. It did feel good. She felt good.

“What do you have going on today?” Sasha asked as her doodles moved up my chest.

I gritted my teeth and tried to will my body to behave, but her soft hands were making it hard for the blood to stay in my head and hold a coherent thought.

“Cal asked me to meet him this morning, then we have a job with Brock, but it looks like it’ll be a quick one, so I’ll have time to do a little apartment hunting. What about you?”

“I have a couple appointments, but overall it’ll be a pretty slow day. I’ll probably get home earlier than usual,” she replied, scooting her body farther into mine, the heat of her seeming to brand itself into my side.

I tried to grasp what she was saying, but my cock was hard as a rock and my mind was beginning to imagine what it would feel like to have it in her hot mouth.

“TJ?” Sasha asked, lifting her head to look at me with a knowing smirk.

“Hmmm?” I asked, confused, but suddenly aware that she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“I asked if you wanted to meet up for dinner,” she replied, her tone innocent, and her face anything but…

I moved swiftly so that she was underneath me. Her legs opened and wrapped around me instinctively and I braced myself on my arms above her. Her eyes had gone from teasing to aroused, and she bucked up against me.

“What are you doing?” I asked her, my mouth inches from hers.

“I thought I’d give you my answer,” she responded, green eyes blazing, then arched her back so that her body rubbed mine in all the right places.

Unable to hold back any longer, I crushed my mouth to hers and let her taste fill me. I dropped to my elbows to get closer, but not crush her beneath my weight, and felt her ample breasts brushing against my chest. I groaned and broke our kiss, trailing my lips down her throat toward them. I’d had fantasies about Sasha’s breasts and the thought of finally having them in my mouth drove me to distraction. I pumped my hips against hers, the thin fabric of my shorts and her pajamas only causing more friction as my dick rocked against her hot core.

Sasha’s hands were everywhere. My chest, my shoulders, my back, until they finally rested on my ass and squeezed, pulling me forward to rock against her again. Her loud moan the only encouragement I needed, I rocked against her as I freed one hand to pull her tank top up and allow access to her tits. My brain clouded in a lusty haze as I gazed upon them for the first time. Shit! She was fucking perfect. I dropped my head and began to nuzzle them with my face before I clasped my mouth around her nipple and sucked. Rolling my tongue and nibbling softly, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

“TJ,” I heard Sasha pant out as I moved on to her other perfect breast. “I want you inside me.”

I shook my head, then paused, dipping my head and shaking it again. Her skin was like fucking silk. “Not yet, baby.”

Sasha’s hands fisted in my hair and pulled my face up to meet hers. She looked gorgeously aroused, and although I know she was trying to say something, I stole her mouth for another searing kiss.

“Please, TJ,” she said as she pulled away, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed. I knew she was close, and, as half crazed as I was, I wouldn’t be far behind her.

I put my hands under her ass and lifted, then moved my ass in circles as I rocked against her. Her breath started to come out in little gasps and she said, “Oh, shit,” as she closed her eyes. I watched her face as she came, then lowered my head to the crook of her neck and found my own release.

We were both breathing heavily, and I was barely coming back to my senses, when Sasha slapped me on the back.

“What the hell was that?” she hissed in my ear.

I chuckled and lifted my head to grin at her. “Foreplay?”

“Dry-fucking TJ, really?” I leaned down to kiss her, playing with her mouth until the scowl was gone.