Free To Hiss or to Kiss by Katya Armock Page B

don’t have to look so pleased with yourself.” It comes out more breathy than teasing.
    “Really? Seems I’m doing a pretty good job. Why not take pride in my work?” He places kisses on my mons and thighs between words.
    “I guess I can’t argue with that.” I groan, stopping abruptly when he adds another finger, then places a soft kiss on my clit. My body bucks into his caresses even as he deepens the kiss, swirling his tongue, then sucking. His fingers work faster and my orgasm hits me quickly, a scream escaping my lips as I ride the tide of pleasure.
    He kisses me gently down from the high, sliding his fingers out slowly. Then he kisses and caresses his way up to my mouth. I rub my hands down his sides, feeling the slight indent of his waist, then wind around to squeeze his muscular butt. I feel his erection long and hard against my pelvis, and my right hand scoots around to grasp him. I smile at his sharp intake of breath as my fingers play along his length.
    “That’s definitely going to make me purr.”
    “Good. What else will make you purr?”
    “I think just about anything you do will.”
    I am pleased with the power I have over him in this moment. I push up lightly on his chest and he allows me to flip him over so I am straddling him. My hands stroke his chest and I can feel the heat of his belly on my pussy. “I’m on the pill. Are you OK proceeding?”
    “Oh, yeah. I’m clean.”
    “Good.” I slide my body down then over his penis slowly, loving the feel of him filling me up. He grabs my hips as I start to move rhythmically up and down, and we both moan.
    He sits up, shifting me so I’m sitting on his lap, my legs wrapped behind his torso. His mouth showers my breasts with kisses as we both move in time toward release. Jorge is purring loudly and the rumble echoes through me like electricity.
    “God, you’re like my own personal full-body vibrator.”
    Jorge laughs but doesn’t stop moving. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    I can feel his lips moving and his breath on my skin as he talks. I giggle a bit, but I refuse to start feeling self-conscious. I focus on how Jorge feels, the hardness of his muscles under my hand, the softness of his lips as they kiss me, the bliss of each thrust bringing us both closer to the brink. I can’t believe the connection we share in this moment, how utterly right this feels. And then my orgasm rises and I shatter, followed closely by Jorge’s release.
    We melt into each other as Jorge leans back, pulling me down on top of him. I lie with my head on his chest as his fingers caress the small of my back. Contentment washes over me as I listen to his now softer, rumbling purr, and tiredness pulls at me. I could lie like this forever.
    “Will you stay tonight, Chloe?” Jorge whispers, his voice vulnerable.
    “Of course.” I answer before I can think better—or worse—of it, snuggling a bit more into his chest.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    I wake up and feel a moment of panic at the unfamiliar surroundings until memories of the previous evening float back into my sleep-addled brain. My thoughts bring a grin to my lips, a surge of desire hitting me like a lightning bolt. Unfortunately, Jorge is not in bed. I hear the rattle of dishes from the kitchen. Mmm. I could go for breakfast. I’m proud of myself that I am still keeping a tight lid on my desire to flee in panic. Not going to happen, brain, you hear me?
    We’ll see, heart.
    I roll my eyes at myself but smile again when I see that Jorge’s placed my clothes in a neat pile on his dresser. It’s kind of nice not to have to search around. I have to do that enough at home since I’m terrible about actually putting clothes away.
    I’m OK with re-wearing everything except my dirty underwear, so I root around his drawers until I find a pair of Jorge’s boxers. I also hate going commando with pants.
    Re-clothed, I make my way back to the kitchen, following the smell of bacon. I try to focus on the