Free Hypnotized by Lacey Wolfe

wants to live right where you are.”
    Paisley scunched her nose and plopped down on my black leather couch. She leaned back, crossing her legs, but that mini-skirt hugged her thighs. I wanted to see underneath. Hell, I wanted it off all together.
    “Can I get you anything?” Might as well be courteous even though I wanted her naked.
    She patted the cushion next to her. “Just you.”
    Fuck. Was she feeling the same as me? She’d taken me by surprise the other night when she’d kissed me first. Usually, I could see the wheels turning in her head. I could see how nervous she was and it was cute. She was so sweet and innocent.
    I sat down, my gaze on her the whole time. What was it about this blonde beauty that held my attention? I could stare at her all day.
    I took her hand in mine. Her tongue darted out of her sweet little mouth and moistened her lips. She wanted to kiss me.
    “I’m having a hard time controlling myself.” Or being a gentleman.
    “Me, too.” She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. The hesitation in her expression was back.
    “Should we stop trying?” Please say yes.
    She nodded, and not even a second later, I attacked her—or at least that’s how it felt. I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her as deeply as I could, not taking anything slow. And from the way she gripped my arms, it didn’t seem like she objected.
    This time I wasn’t stopping until she told me to.
    Being the guy I am, I decided to test the waters with her. My fingers played with the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it. I waited for her to push me away, but she didn’t. I pulled the shirt until we had to break the kiss, and she gladly lifted her arms, letting me remove her shirt.
    I tossed the thing across the room then laced an arm around her waist, leaning her back on the couch. Before kissing her again, my gaze traveled over her. She had a magnificent set of breasts. I kissed between them then lightly blew.
    “Do you want me to stop?” I figured I’d at least ask, even though I had no plans to.
    She shook her head.
    I pulled at the black straps on her shoulders until they hung loosely against her arms. She was sexy as hell. If I had a camera, I’d take a picture of her just like this.
    My erection hurt as it pressed into my zipper. I had no idea if it’d be set free today, but for now I was enjoying exploring Paisley.
    I pulled one of her legs up as my lips returned to hers. Finally, I had access under the skirt. I let my palm rub her inner thighs before I finally skimmed my fingers over her panties. Her body jerked under mine. Her panties were already moist for me. Not able to control myself, I groaned.
    I pulled her panties to the side and touched the area I desired. She froze and stopped kissing me back. Should I stop? I looked at her as I slowly coated my finger in her juices.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Want me to stop?”
    “No.”
    At her opening, I gently inserted my finger. Damn, she was tight. I began to worry how uncomfortable this was for her. I should stop, I really should. I didn’t want her to feel like she had to do anything she didn’t want to do. As I began to remove my hand, her eyes closed and her hips ground against my hand.
    Did she want me to stop?
    I teased her a little more and her breathing picked up. No, she was enjoying it. Not able to resist, I claimed her lips again and continued to finger her. I never added anymore than one finger. My suspicions on her being innocent had been correct. She was awfully tight and I wanted this to be enjoyable.
    She stopped kissing me and dug her nails into my shoulders.
    “Gabe!” she called.
    I picked up the pace; she was about to orgasm. Her walls got even tighter around my finger. Damn, I wished it was my cock.
    “Oh. My. God!” Paisley arched her back as she released.
    After she caught her breath, I pushed her leg back down. She didn’t look at me, in fact it seemed as though she was avoiding eye contact all