Chapter 11 – Knox #2
“I don’t have a Ring cam, which is why I answered the door.
Had I known it was you I would have let you stand out there.
Thanks for that idea though. I will now add get a Ring cam to my to-do list tomorrow,” she huffs as I walk into her place and come smack-dab into the dining room area.
Her living room is right off her kitchen, and I see her television is on.
She walks past me to the coffee table, grabbing the remote and pausing whatever it is she was watching, and my eyes stare at her ass like it’s a bull’s-eye.
“Okay.” She tosses the remote to the couch that has the throw blanket on it.
“Give me what you have to ‘return’,” she uses her fingers to do quotation marks, “to me and then you can leave.”
I reach into the pocket of my pants and hold up her panties. Her eyes go as big as they were when she saw me standing at her door. “Not sure you would want me to keep this.” I fold the thong on my finger. “I mean, I guess I could keep it,” she steps toward me, “as a souvenir.”
“Okay, give me my panties.” She holds out her hands. “Pervert.”
“You left them in my car.” I dangle them off my finger. “It’s not like I snuck into your house and took them.”
“Whatever,” she huffs out. “Give them back to me.”
“Come and get them.” My heart speeds up and my cock is rock solid at this point. She glares at me as she stomps toward me and I bend my finger, keeping them locked in the crook of it.
“Give me them,” she hisses at me and my mouth waters to taste her.
“I’ll give them to you if you answer one question.” I stare into her eyes as she stands toe to toe with me. Her nipples are pebbled, so I know she is just as turned on by this as I am.
“What?”
“Any regrets from that night?” I ask her and her eyes glaze over.
“Yeah,” she replies, and I laugh, knowing she’s full of shit.
“What?” I step even closer to her, and she doesn’t back away from me. “’Cause I have one regret, actually two.”
“Which are?” she asks me, her chest rising and falling like she’s panting.
“One,” I list, my hand with the panties moving down to my side, “not tasting you, and two—” I lift my hand to her hip.
“Not ramming my cock down your throat.” Her lips part and the tip of her tongue comes out to lick the bottom lip.
“Make that three.” My head moves closer to hers.
“Not being able to fuck you like I wanted to.” My mouth crashes down on hers as the panties slip out of my hand before I pull her to me.
The lightning bolt I felt the first time I kissed her comes back, like it’s running right through me.
Her hands go from my chest to the back of my head.
She jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist, and my hands go to her ass as our tongues fight with each other.
I turn to the right, heading toward a bedroom but she stops me.
“Other side.” She points to the door off the living room.
I walk into her bedroom and head straight to her bed.
She unwraps her legs from around my waist and grips my shirt, tearing it over my head.
“Holy—” She puts her hand on my chest. “This doesn’t change anything,” she says.
I try not to smile as my hand moves to her ribs, then back up to grip her tits as I push her back to her bed.
She climbs on her bed, moving back, the whole time keeping her eyes on me.
Her eyes roam my chest and down to my covered cock.
I put one knee on the bed and follow her.
She opens her legs for me to fit between them as her hand goes to my face and I kiss her.
As my tongue slides with hers, I move my head to the other side and her head falls back to take the kiss.
Her elbows are now holding her up as I let her mouth go, and then I trail down to her neck, licking, sucking, biting.
She arches her neck, giving me more access to it as I suck in deep, hoping I leave my mark on her, before moving up and nipping her jaw.
She turns her face to me, her eyes fluttering open and she smirks before I kiss her again.
Her hand goes to my neck, and I thrust my covered cock right over her covered pussy.
Her hand goes to my side, my cock straining to get into her.
Neither of us says anything to each other as I let her mouth go, and she moves to take off her sports bra.
With her bra tossed to the floor, I lick from her chest up to her neck as she puts her hands on each side of mine, while rotating my hips at the same time.
Her breathing comes in pants as I grind up against her.
I move my mouth to her ear, sucking her lobe in, and she moans.
Her hands open around my neck. I move my head down to the middle of her chest, going down to her stomach before coming up, my lips trailing under her breast until I take her nipple into my mouth.
“Knox,” she pants out my name as my hand comes up to grip her other breast and play with her nipple, “I—” I stop moving to the side as she holds my face and kisses me.
My fingers roll her nipple as her tongue twirls with mine and then I let her go to get back to her breast. Her head falls back onto the bed.
“Knox,” she says my name again as I bite her nipple and then soothe it with my tongue.
I open my eyes, taking her in as she watches me suck her tits, her eyes glazed over in lust. Her hand moves to the back of my head as she watches and then her other hand comes to my shoulder, both of us needing to touch the other one.
I move down and grip the side of her hip, pulling her pants off and tossing them to the side.
She bends her legs to her chest, and my hand moves up her legs—from her ankles to her knees—before I kiss the back of her thighs, as my hand grips the light-blue lace panties she has on.
“Lift your hips for me, baby,” I urge and she does what I ask.
I peel them down the legs I’ve been thinking about all fucking day long.
She gets up to sitting and comes to kiss me.
“Lie back,” I tell her, but she just leans back on her elbows, her legs opening to the sides.
“Are you going to watch me eat your pussy?” I ask her, licking up her slit and I’ve never tasted anything sweeter in my life.
She’s dripping wet as my tongue slides into her, and I flick her clit with my tongue.
“Can I make you come,” I ask, moving my mouth side to side and sucking her clit, “just by playing with your clit, baby?”
“Yes,” she confirms, her mouth opening and she whines when I nip it and then suck it back into my mouth.
She bites her lower lip as I suck, bite, and flick the bud.
I put pressure on it with my tongue and move it side to side, and just like she did last weekend, she comes without hiding herself from me, her hand on the back of my head.
“Knox,” she moans my name and it’s music to my ears.