Free Subway Girl by Adela Knight Page A

shrugged a shoulder.
    He nodded. “You look really beautiful. Can I do something?”
    Butterflies went crazy in my stomach and a shiver ran up my spine. I could almost feel the adrenaline pouring into my blood stream. “What?”
    He chuckled. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing weird or kinky.” He winked at me. “I just want to take your hair down. It’s beautiful up like that, but I love it down so I can run my hands through it.”
    I nodded and scooted closer to him. My hair was in an intricate twist made of several sections of small braids. He gently removed each hair pin and the braids fell free. Then he ran his fingers through the braids until my hair hung loose and wavy down my back.
    “So beautiful.” He cupped my face with both hands and touched his lips to mine. It was a chaste kiss. Over almost before it began, but it sent waves of desire through my body. The smell of him was intoxicating and made me slightly dizzy and his touch heightened my sensitivity.
    “Rivers.”
    “Yes?”
    “Kiss me.”
    That was the only invitation he needed. His mouth came down on mine and he kissed me like he was starving and I was the last morsel of food on earth. His tongue probed my lips and I parted them for him. It dipped into my mouth and I moaned. He tasted sweet and a little spicy. My body reacted to it immediately, like it remembered his taste. My nipples hardened and my breasts felt heavy. A tingling sensation began between my legs.
    I slipped my tongue into his mouth and he groaned deep in his chest. He closed his lips around it and sucked on it. When he let go he nipped at my bottom lip before taking it in his mouth and sucking gently on it. I fisted my hands in his shirt front.
    Rivers kissed along my jaw and down my neck. I ran a hand up his back to his hair. I threaded my fingers through the inky black strands, holding his head to me as he kissed his way down my neck and across my bare shoulder. A shiver ran through me and goose bumps coated my skin.
    I took his hand in mine and threaded our fingers together. Standing, I led him to my bedroom. We didn’t speak. I unbuttoned his dress shirt while he ran his fingers through my hair. When his shirt was open, he undid the button of his pants and pulled his shirt free. He tossed it behind him on the floor.
    I ran my hands up the muscular planes of his chest. I remember him being fit, muscular, but my memories didn’t do him justice. He was just plain sex on a stick.
    “I can’t find how to get this dress off you. It’s beautiful, but I think it’ll look better on the floor,” Rivers whispered in my ear.
    I gave a small laugh. “I’ll show you how in a minute. First take these off.” I tugged on his pants. “You still have more clothes on than me.”
    Rivers arched an eyebrow at me. “Really?”
    “Mm-hmm.” My Grecian style dress only had one shoulder, leaving the other side bare and the back very low. None of my bras would adjust to fit it…so the girls went naked.
    He shucked his pants and socks off and stood in front of me in just his boxer briefs. My mouth went dry, but my panties got wet. He was gorgeous and very turned on. His erection was barely contained in his boxers.
    “There. Now how do I unwrap you?”
    I lifted the shoulder and showed him the clasps holding it together and then the hidden side zipper.
    “Ah.” Slowly, his gaze locked on mine, he unzipped the zipper. He reached a hand inside and lightly skimmed it over my butt check. “You’re so soft.” He buried his head in the curve of my neck and kissed me, his hand still caressing my rear.
    Pulling back enough he could see me, Rivers began undoing the clasps on the shoulder of the dress. One by one he opened them. When he got to the last one, he kissed me gently, deeply, and then lifted his head and locked his gaze with mine. The last clasp gave way and the dress pooled around my feet. I stood in front of him in just my white lace thong.
    “Holy fuck.”
    “Can we try not to rip