His hands reached under my shirt, his thumbs brushing my nipples through my bra.
“I'll make it worth the wait, Slick.” He lifted my shirt, his mouth devouring the newly-bared skin.
Switching between my bare skin and sucking my nipples through the fabric, he had me on the edge of pure pleasure. Heat pulsed through me, centering between my thighs where his legs were firmly in place. My hips shot off the bed, searching for release.
His eyes smoldered when he glanced up to lock on mine. He gave me a half smile before ducking down and placing a hot kiss in the center of my bra. Kill ventured down and placed another kiss right below my bra before continuing a path further down.
He continued until he reached my belly button and circled it with his tongue, giving it extra attention. My stomach erupted in goosebumps as the heat of his lips were replaced by the cool air. When he reached my jeans, he nipped the skin right above the button. Molten hot lava replaced my blood as Kill became my life force. The slow process of drowning in a sexual haze began as I watched him make his way down my stomach to the place I wanted him most.
My inner thighs were damp from my need for him. I was too far gone to be embarrassed by how wet I was from his teasing. Suddenly, he jumped up and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bed.
“Let’s go practice,” he said. He even had the audacity to smile as he yanked my shirt back down.
“So, you want to play dirty do you?” I asked. If I’d tried to walk I would have looked like a newborn calf taking its first steps, so I stayed where I was.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He tried to look innocent but couldn’t stop smiling.
I went up to him slowly, not trying to be seductive, just ensuring I didn't fall on my ass. The smile faded from his face when I reached him. He eyed me wearily as I put my hands on the side of his hips.
“Don’t you want me?” I asked, rubbing my hands up his clothed chest until I reached his shoulders. My arms snaked around his neck as I ran my fingers through his hair. Biting my bottom lip, I stared at his lips and slowly dragged my gaze from his perfect mouth to his eyes. His erection pressed into me, and my vagina jumped up and down bearing pom-poms and wearing a slutty cheerleader outfit.
“Killer,” I whispered, my voice laced with desire and surrender. Lust burned through my throat. On my tiptoes, I ran my tongue over his bottom lip. His eyes hooded as I slowly tasted him. My eyes never left his as I pushed myself into his rock-hard erection.
“Okay, let’s go to practice,” I said, letting go of his neck and turning to walk out.
I caught his pained expression in the mirror and felt a buzz of satisfaction. He adjusted himself.
“You are so going to get it,” he said as he came toward me.
“I'm looking forward to it,” I replied before winking at him and opening the door to go downstairs.