Free Kiss and Tell by Sandy Lynn

resting on Seth’s shoulder. Beneath her, he was still almost completely dressed as she sat on his lap with his cock buried inside her. “I just hope you don’t want to get up anytime soon.”
     
    His chest rumbled from his deep laughter. When he finally got his amusement under control he pressed a kiss to her neck, clenching his jaw shut to keep himself from drinking from her yet again. It’s too soon for that, he reminded himself.
     
    “And don’t think I didn’t notice the marks, buddy. No one has ever given me a hickey on my leg before. That is definitely going to be hard to explain.”
     
    “And why would people be asking questions? Why would anyone see it?” The thought of anyone else seeing her naked body sprawled before them hit him, sparking his anger. His teeth threatened to lengthen and rip said person limb from limb.
     
    “Well, what if I decide I want to go swimming? I don’t wear a grandma bathing suit you know.”
     
    It was as if she flipped some kind of switch. With those simple words she’d eased his anger. “What kind do you wear?” He stroked her back, his fingers lingering on her bare ass.
     
    “You tell me,” she said with a smile. “What do you think I wear?”
     
    Closing his eyes, he concentrated only on her bathing suit. An image appeared to him, so vivid and erotic his cock stirred to life once again. “A bikini. Not quite a string bikini, but very alluring. One that is modest enough so you don’t feel naked and exposed, but small enough to drive any man crazy at the sight of you in it.”
     
    “I don’t know if I’ve heard it described that way before, but that’s close.” Her tone turned somber. “Really close. How did you know?”
     
    Smiling, he avoided the question since he refused to lie to her. Instead he distracted her by tilting his head and stroking the edge of her ear with his tongue before sucking her lobe into his mouth.
     
    “Wow, that feels really good.” Her voice was muffled as she pressed her nose to his neck. Opening her mouth, she gently nipped his flesh before placing a tender kiss on the same spot. His cock grew harder.
     
    Willow groaned, lifting herself off him. He wanted to pull her back, to thrust deep inside of her again, but allowed her to have her space.
     
    “I’m sorry, I know I’m giving you mixed signals. This is all just so new to me.” His pride was salved by the sadness in her voice as she sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder again.
     
    “You mentioned a movie earlier, why don’t we go out and see one?” He made the suggestion, hoping a more public place would help him to control himself. That it would be able to help him manage this almost desperate need he seemed to have to touch her, be buried deep inside her…
     
    “Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you from anything…”
     
    “I’m sure.” He smiled. Would he ever get enough of the shy girl that appeared when the brazen lover was sated?
     
    “That would be nice. But…” She hesitated.
     
    “But,” he prompted.
     
    “I don’t really have anything to wear. I’m not even sure where the clothes I wore here are…” Her voice trailed off as her cheeks blossomed in embarrassment.
     
    He smiled at the memory of him throwing her clothes all over his bedroom in his hurry to feel her naked in his arms.
     
    “I guess I could just borrow one of your shirts… Maybe just pretend it was a shirt dress?” She made the suggestion quickly, as though she was trying to convince herself it would be acceptable. As Willow stood, her face turned a darker shade of red. “I’m sorry about your couch…”
     
    In one fluid motion he stood, fixing his own clothes. Joining her, he followed her gaze to the damp spot she’d left where some of their fluids had leaked from her body.
     
    “Don’t be. Lucky couch,” he growled, kissing her again. Pulling back while he was still able to, Seth took her hand and led her to his bedroom to get her a