Free Burned Gasoline by Linda Kage, Isabell Lawless Page B

happy. With one of his hands he reached around to tug on the zipper holding her jeans together, and with a light lift of her tummy he opened them and dragged the fabric slowly down over her bottom and down her legs.
                  “Always do laundry in a thong?” He asked teasingly, and helped her lift each of her feet out of the clothing just to stand almost bare in front of him, still holding on to the top of the washer. She did nothing to answer his seductive taunting, but smiled embarrassed into the blanket softly touching her face.
                  Still kneeled behind her she suddenly felt his strong hands move gradually up her legs, rubbing and caressing everything from her muscular calves, the thin skin at the dip behind her knees, and up the back of her thighs until his hands grabbed a solid hold of her buttocks. Molding them, stroking them, kissing them. The moment his lips touched the skin of her naked bottom, she hitched a breath, and a seductive moan slipped out of her mouth.
                  “I want this as much as you do. Believe me. All week I’ve thought of nothing but this.” He said and moved the fabric of her underwear to the side as she grabbed on tightly to the fabric beneath her chest.
                  “I’ve wanted to kiss you here.” Soft lips placed small kisses all across the skin of her butt cheeks. “And I’ve dreamed about kissing you here.” Both his lips and his voice traced down the sensitive skin at the insides of her thighs, while his hands kept up their leisurely touch of her cheeks, warming her skin, pulling at the fabric of her underwear.
                  “But I’ve especially fantasized about kissing you here.” With a straight shot up between her cheeks he landed his tongue deep between her folds, making her gasp for air, and angle her ass against his face.
                  His sudden move had been calculated, and he knew she’d been waiting all week for what he had up his sleeve. With strong fingers and hands he held her cheeks apart, and let his tongue travel the path her underwear had just recently covered. With a few well placed wet kisses, he suckled each of her lips in his mouth, while his nose nudged at the opening of her pussy.
                  “Oh shit…” She whispered at the sounds he was making and the tingling feeling he was creating deep between her legs. All of a sudden her legs started trembling from standing tall on her tiptoes; her body pinching every nerve and muscle going up the back of her legs from the pleasure he was creating. At the sudden intrusion of one his fingers inside her warmth, she squealed and lifted one of her feet from the ground.
                  “You taste so amazingly good on my tongue. If you only knew how long I’ve had this in mind. What I dreamed you looked and tasted like without your panties on?” Using one of his hands he grabbed the back of her right knee, already in the air, and pushed it on top of the washer, spreading her legs wide apart from behind.
                  “You’re so prefect.”
                  “I’ve had a baby.” She answered automatically, like she’d done so many times defending her new post-baby body to Chris, Nova’s father. 
                  “Doesn’t matter. As long as you’re not in any discomfort, I’m good.” He said calmly, but before he stood up behind her, pressing his erection into her behind, he let his tongue slowly wander across and taste her lower lips once more. Suckling a tasty mouthful of her hotness. His sloppy sounds turned her on like a raging fire, and she knew she was much wetter now than when he started. If he would remove his mouth from her lips right this instance her wetness would without a doubt trickle down her inner thigh.
                  Then he let her feel his hardness through his jeans. Pressing himself into her