Grumpalicious by Mia Faye

Chapter 3

CAMERON

She smelled of lavender and rich perfume, something with heady notes of vanilla which I knew would linger in the air long after she was gone. It seemed to come from everywhere all at once; her hair, as it flayed out on the wall I had pinned her to, the crook of her neck, where I buried my head and— moments later— my teeth, and the silk gown she was wearing, soft and light and easily brushed aside.

I let my hands trace the contours of her figure, exploring first the lovely swell of her hips, then letting my fingers lazily draw patterns all the way to her lower back. From there, it was a short journey to her bottom, and I grabbed her and lifted her so that her legs wrapped around my back.

She tasted of cake and fruit, and perhaps wine. I kissed her passionately, fiercely, letting the full extent of my desire pour out of my lips and onto hers. She responded with an abandon that drove me insane; her mouth on mine was urgent, challenging, and dancing along with mine, sweet and slick and wonderful.

But it was her body that really set me on fire. She felt incredible, crushed as she was against the wall. I pressed myself onto her, feeling the wall behind her and pushing her still, wanting to get even closer to her. She was warm and soft everywhere my skin came into contact with her. I fit right alongside her, my body on hers and hers around mine.

I deepened the kiss, letting my hand slide up her body, all the way to her chin and tilting it up so I could ravish her properly. My tongue lashed out, probing the slight resistance of her lips and then delving into her mouth. Just like she had before, she matched the zeal and intensity. Her own tongue slipped out, and now we were wrestling, tangling, my head swimming in a heady mix of lust and excitement.

A cold draft blew past us, and I remembered that the door was still open.

I pulled away with some effort, breaking the kiss and stepping back so that Yvette’s feet slowly hit the floor. Her eyes slid open, heavy and drowsy and beautiful. Green eyes. I hadn’t noticed.

I licked my lips, and they tasted just like hers.

I reached out and swung the door shut, then turned my attention back to her. I put my hands on either side of her and leaned down. She was standing on tiptoe, but she was still about a head shorter than me. She lifted her face to me and closed her eyes. Her lips were pursed, an invitation to resume the kiss.

“Welcome to my lovely home,” I announced.

She opened her eyes again. Her eyebrows came together, confused. “What?”

“Welcome,” I said again. “I promised you a tour, right?”

“Of your bedroom, right.”

“Then let’s get to it, shall we?”

I could tell she didn’t want the tour, and I didn’t either unless it involved my fingers touring her body. But I needed to slow down, get myself under control first. Things were moving a bit too quickly. I made a sweeping gesture around the living room, and Yvette followed it with mild interest.

“Living room,” I said. “Over there, kitchen, and beyond that, pantry. Over here, we have a hallway, which leads to the bedrooms, my office, bathrooms, and TV room.”

“Let’s start with the bedroom,” Yvette said, and I couldn’t help smiling.

I reached over and found her hand, interlocking her fingers in mine. I led her into the first room on the left, my bedroom, and flicked the light on.

“Whoa,” she gasped, letting my hand go and stepping into the room. She turned around almost full circle, taking in everything. My own eyes were fixed on her; I couldn’t help it. She looked radiant, the way her face was lit up, and her eyes were like bright bulbs, and her cheeks were rosy from the kiss. Her gown had come open at some point, though she wasn’t aware of it. I could see the pale skin just beyond the open folds of the gown, the rise of her breasts, and down below, the adorable lace panties she was wearing.

She went over to the window and peered out, no doubt looking to see if she could spot her apartment. I followed her there and pointed over her shoulder.

“My God, those curtains are practically see-through,” she commented, shaking her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why would I? The view is incredible.”

I could tell she understood exactly what I meant. And that was my favorite thing about Yvette so far; she could pick up on all my subtle flirtations and respond in kind.

“My view isn’t so bad either,” she said, turning her body to me. I could feel the heat from her body, electrifying the space between us.

I reached out with a finger and slipped it into the edge of her gown. Keeping my eyes on her, I pulled it in and outward, so that the gown came away slowly until it slipped off her shoulder and rustled to the floor.

She stood in front of me, her breasts jutting out proudly, screaming for my touch.

“I think you’re sexy as fuck,” I told her, and I meant it.

She wasn’t tall, Yvette, but she had the body of a model. She had a cute, petite face in which large green eyes were the standout feature. Soft brown hair had been tied in a neat bun on top of her head, but a few strands were dangling on her forehead. She had a long, graceful neck, curving beautifully into a pair of elegant shoulders and long arms. Her breasts were ample and perky. She had an almost pear-like shape because her body curved at the hip into a wide, round ass that was only topped by her shapely legs.

I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t help it.

Yvette stepped up to me, smiling as if she understood exactly what was going on in my head.

“So,” she said.

It was invitation enough.

I grabbed her once more, finding her lips with ease. Her arms went around my neck, and when I grabbed around her waist, she leaned into my body and lifted herself, wrapping her legs around me once more.

I turned around with her in my arms and led her to the bed. I doubted I could restrain myself this time, but I didn’t care. We fell in together, our kiss unbroken, a messy tangle of limbs. I felt her fumble with the front of my boxers. The brush of her fingers so close to my cock drew a startled gasp from me, and I could feel her smiling even as I kissed her.

Encouraged, she ventured in, letting her fingers slide past the fabric and into the boxers. Long, warm fingers wrapped around my girth, and I gasped again. In an attempt to pay her back for the sweet agony she was subjecting me to, I reached my hand between our tussling bodies and caressed her torso, working my way up until I cupped a heavy breast.

Now we were both moaning. I flicked at her nipple, pinched it ever so softly, and massaged her breast. She squeezed my cock, rubbed it from within the boxers, and ran her finger along the slit of the head. It was more than I could take. I shifted my body, pulled it away from her. She protested, but I was already traveling south, trailing kisses along her body as I went.

She fell silent the minute I got to her navel. And she started to jerk and buckle when I spread her thighs and dove in. She had thick thighs, as I had seen and expected. Her fragrance was richer down there, a combination of her scent and the essence of her womanhood. It was there that I buried my head, and with a few tentative flicks of my tongue, I found her swollen lips.

I thought she had been moaning before, but it was nothing compared to what was happening now. The room was filled with sounds of her harried breathing, her groans, and moans coming through gritted teeth.

I kept the pressure up, enjoying the way her body was twisting and her hips grinding against my hands. I alternated between kissing her lips to push them apart, licking along and beyond them to the center of her heat, and flicking my tongue at the swollen hood of her clitoris. Several times she tried to twist away from me, and I had to grab her thighs and keep them open.

“Please,” she whispered after some time. Her voice was barely audible, raspy, and breathless. “Please.” I knew what she was saying. Funny, how I understood even the subtlest little hints she was giving me.

I gave her lips one final kiss, then retreated from between her legs and straightened up. I rolled away, reaching for the bedside drawer, and fumbling around for a condom. I looked over at Yvette as I slipped it on, at her heaving bosom, and the way her body was laid out on my bed, waiting for me. My cock pulsed and throbbed.

She was so wet by the time I repositioned myself on top of her that I had no difficulty finding and driving into her. It was a single, long thrust, and I buried myself all the way. Yvette gasped then held her breath. Her leg coiled around my back, and with it, she pulled me down and deeper inside her.

I reached for her chin again, and she understood the touch to be a plea, a request. I wanted to see her, to look into her eyes as I took her. She obliged, opening her eyes, and looking at me just as I was starting to move.

It was slow at first; I withdrew slowly, pulling my hips all the way back, and then driving back into her with a sure stroke. Each time she moaned a little louder, and with each thrust, I got more frenzied. Soon, our bodies were mashing together as I pounded harder and faster. A thin film of sweat materialized between us as we both writhed and contorted our bodies. Her hands were on my back, and her fingers were starting to dig painfully into my skin. I fell onto my elbows, bringing my ears right next to her lips.

The sounds coming from her were enough to tip me over the edge. Not yet, though. I closed my eyes and willed myself to wait for her.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Her whole body froze, and I thought for a second, I had somehow hurt her. Then she started to shudder, from the tips of her fingers all the way down to her toes, her body rocking and trembling uncontrollably. She clasped the shaft of my cock tighter than ever; her hands were like bars of steel on my back, and her hips wouldn’t stop grinding against me.

I couldn’t make sense of any of the things she was saying. With one final guttural grunt, she tensed up one last time, and then her body went completely still.

Without missing a beat, I slipped out and turned her over. She lifted her ass to me, and I reached over and pushed her head down into the mattress. I guided myself back into her, grabbing her by the hips to find purchase.

I think I meant to be gentle, slow. But Yvette wouldn’t let me. She rocked back and forth on her knees, meeting my forward thrusts with backward thrusts of her own, and in seconds I was panting, hanging on for dear life. I grabbed a handful of the bedding and ground mercilessly into her, feeling her second orgasm start to tear through her.

And then I was coming too. I roared, and she cried out loudly, and our bodies collapsed in shared bliss. I fell forward onto her back, where I stayed until my breathing returned to normal.

I heard her voice as if from miles away. It was all indecipherable, but I was sure I knew the gist of it, and I mumbled something back. Yvette lowered herself to the bed, and I rolled off her and onto my back.

I thought that was a proper welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift.

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