Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 42

She kept her body pressed to mine as she drove her lips back along my neck, kissing it as she trailed down the hollow of my throat. She dipped her tongue into it before running it across one of my clavicles… all while keeping the pressure on my hair, forcing me to keep my throat exposed. The low-key display of dominance didn’t keep me from becoming a more active participant, though. I placed my hands on either side of her hips and slowly slid them up her toned ass as I closed my eyes and concentrated on what she was doing to me.

Her mouth continued to journey south once more, her lips pressing against the skin of my chest with pillowy softness. In contrast, my fingers kneaded her firm, boxer-clad ass as I pulled her harder against me while I rolled my crotch slowly into hers. Not only was I rewarded with the lovely sensation of feeling her incredibly damp pussy against my rock-hard shaft, but I could also hear her groan into my pectorals. The fingers entwined in my hair tightened, and I could feel her other hand slide off one of my arms to grip my shoulder in a tight grip as she pressed her crotch back into mine. It reminded me of how turned on Chloe was—she wasn’t just warm and damp. I could feel her actual juices secreting through the fabric of her boxers and coat my dick. She wanted it badly, and I wondered, once again, just how long it had been since she’d last been intimate with anyone.

Moments stretched into minutes of heated grinding against each other before she pulled her crotch away from mine as she slid lower down my body. Her tits brushed down my abdomen—forerunners of her soft lips leaving a burning trail of lingering kisses that the cold air emphasized on my bare chest. Teeth occasionally came into play, scraping across my skin as a reminder that she wasn’t all pleasant curves and soft lips. Her grip on my hair slipped free, and her fingers followed down my body, grazing lightly along my ribs. An involuntary groan escaped my lips and accompanied a shudder that had just as much to do with Chloe’s teasing as the cold. Chloe responded by reaching for the half-discarded blanket and pulling it over her until it was pressed to the top of my chest. I immediately felt the cold dissipate as our combined body heat began to dominate the space underneath.

Chloe’s lips continued south, pressing further and further, making their way closer to my crotch and a very impatient member that desperately needed relief. They passed my navel, stopping briefly to nuzzle it with what felt like her nose, which was a little confusing for me. The move felt playful and emotionally intimate, and left me a little uncertain about exactly what this was. Were we fucking, or was there something else going on? It had to just be fucking, right? God, the last thing I needed was to alienate my bodyguard because I got some hairbrained notion that she could be my girlfriend.

And anyway… why couldn’t I just fuck someone without feelings getting in the way? What the hell was wrong with me?

Before waxing too philosophical, I felt something brush the side of my cock. It might have been her cheek or chin… possibly the back of a hand. Judging by the feeling of her mouth just to the right of my member kissing my groin, I guessed it was her cheek. It was silky soft… cool to the touch compared to how much heat was radiating from my dick. I imagined some of my precum coating the side of her face and painting her freckles with the clear, viscous fluids seeping from my cock. It twitched, and I could feel more fluids slowly pushing their way out of the tip. Fuck… if she didn’t do something to relieve me soon, I was gonna—

Chloe’s lips found the side of my cock and laid a soft kiss on it, and I couldn’t help but let out a long, groan of absolute desire and need. More… I needed more. I wanted to feel those lips glide up the length of my shaft and experience her mouth engulf all of me. Her beauty had haunted me for so long—there was no fucking way a bodyguard should look like her. Her feminine form had been honed into a weapon—all the curves and softness that naturally came with being female, but a firmness and fitness that only came from years of dedication and hard work. Her muscles were powerful in a sleek, graceful way, and her fitness only served to pronounce her fine, sharp bone structure. The clean lines of her jaw made me hungry, and when she turned her neck, the muscles and tendons beckoned me to nibble on them.

And she had dimples in her cheeks. This woman, who rarely smiled and could kill as easily as breathe, had wholesome features and qualities about her that made me want to sweep her off her feet and never stop kissing her, and yet she was hardly the kind of woman to let that happen to her. Now, this woman who had driven me crazy for so long was kissing up the side of my shaft to the head, and all I could do was lie there and enjoy the sensation.

“Oh god,” I gasped as I felt her inhale my entire cock between her lips, taking half the length in the first plunge. I reveled in the feel of her tongue along the bottom of my shaft, wriggling across the most sensitive area just under the head. It’d barely been between her lips, but I could already tell she knew what the fuck she was doing. I couldn’t detect a reaction based on my exclamation. Erin would have grinned around my cock. Helen would have let out a hum of pleasure that I’d paid her such a compliment. Bobbi might have done something to make it less pleasurable… I wasn’t quite sure about her these days.