Off Limits Neighbor

My knees fall over his shoulders. I’m completely at his mercy, the pleasure from his lips and his tongue and the graze of his teeth pulling me up and out and holy shit, this is so good. And if it’s this good before either of us are naked? I can’t fucking wait.

“Holy fuck,” Rey says, turning his mouth to kiss my inner thigh.

“What?” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. I’ve been replaced by a woman who’s wanton. Her voice is rich and deep and seductive.

A long lick all the way from my entrance to the top of my clit. “I think I could get addicted to this,” he murmurs as he does it again.

“To what?”

He seals his mouth over me, teasing me, licking underneath that swollen bundle of nerves in a perfect rhythm that has me arching further off the bed. That exact motion is taking me higher. I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. The pleasure is unfolding in my mind piece by piece, unlocking feelings that I haven’t had in far too long. You can use a vibrator all you want, but nothing compares to the feeling of someone consuming your pussy like it’s their last fucking meal.

My hands grip the comforter and I feel myself go over the edge.

For one breathless moment I’m hovering in that deep burst of pleasure before the rush of my orgasm crashes through me. It’s so fast and so bright that I can’t even cry out. The pleasure has stolen my breath and ripped everything away. I’m shaking and blind and I’m still reeling from the fact that this is actually happening.

The last of the climax slips out of me, leaving me boneless and still laying on Rey’s shoulders. I can feel his smile against my skin.

“I think I could get addicted to the taste of you. And to making you do that.” He pulls back and takes off his shirt in one smooth motion that now has me staring. Holy shit. Being a carpenter and contractor has been good to him. All that work has created a body with stunning amounts of muscle. The contours I saw under his t-shirt earlier today are all on display. All golden skin and sharp lines. Harsh, beautiful lines that disappear beneath his belt.

Everything I imagined wasn’t even close to this. My mind couldn’t even comprehend the real thing. I don’t know what possesses me, but the words fall out of my mouth. “You’ve already seen my ass. It’s my turn to see yours.”

Rey raises one eyebrow, but he stands with a grin. “Fair enough.”

He turns away from me, quickly undoing his belt and shoving his jeans off his hips. And then, slowly, his underwear follows. And of course, his ass is fucking perfect. Carved like a sculpture in a museum. The sight makes my mouth go dry. “Good trade?”

“Yeah,” I say, still hypnotized. “Yup. Good trade.”

“Good.” He turns, and I get my first glimpse of his cock, and I think that I’m about to pass out. Holy fuck. But he’s not even showing off this time. “Now that I’m naked,” he says, climbing over me, “I need you to be too, or I’m going to lose my mind.”

He helps me lift my dress up my body and tosses it aside. The way his eyes consume me the minute the fabric is gone makes all the arousal in my body come rushing back. I’m wet again—I was wet the second that I walked into this house —and I need to feel him. Now.

Reaching out, I grab his shoulders and pull him down to me, desperate to be skin on skin. He’s warm like the summer sun, smells like fresh air and whiskey, and his lips are intoxicating. I understand what he means when he says he could be addicted. His lips are already something that I don’t think that I’ll get tired of. Having them on mine, having them on my skin, just fucking looking at them.

Rey explores me with his hands. It feels like there’s not a single inch of skin that he doesn’t touch. His heat sinks into me and leaves marks. I could trace his path on my skin by it. And when he finally sucks a nipple into his mouth, I’m so hazy with his touch that I arch off the bed. “Oh my god.”

My nipples are hard and he makes them harder, sucking them into peaks like diamonds, teasing and nibbling. Every stroke of his tongue and brush of his teeth sinks southward, making me even wetter. I want more than this. I want him in me, and at the same time I don’t want to rush this. This is everything that I’ve ever wanted, and I want to savor every second.

However, he wants to explore me, I’m going to let him.