Free Web NovelChapter 177: Finally, Sherry.
"What took you so long?" The words came out thirsty. Each syllable caught on the raw, dry anticipation that had been lodged behind her teeth for far too long.
Sherry’s chest rose and fell in quick, shallow waves beneath the thin red fabric of her top. The material clung to the full, soft weight of her breasts. Her nipples stood tight and straining, clearly visible as hard points pressing against the knit.
I let my hands drift downward. My palms settled heavy and deliberate against the dip of her waist. My fingers spread wide, pressing in with possessive strength. I felt the subtle give of her warm flesh beneath the fabric and the faint tremor that rippled through her muscles at my touch. Using that solid grip, I pulled her closer, my weight shifting forward to crowd her space.
I drew her in slowly, until our bodies collided with real force. First came the hard press of my hip bones grinding against hers. The friction of fabric dragged between us. Then the plush crush of her breasts flattened heavily against the hard wall of my chest. The shock of her heat bled straight through. Beneath it, her heart was hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm that crashed directly into the sudden, heavy thudding of my own.
Her tight nipples dragged like points of fire across my skin. Her softness molded and yielded completely to me. She melted forward, pressing every inch of herself against me as if the space between us had become unbearable. I braced my thighs and widened my feet to absorb her momentum and hold us both steady. The deep gravitational pull sending a thick, heavy throb straight through my cock.
Her bright smile bloomed, reaching all the way to her eyes. Her hands rose. Her fingertips grazed the sides of my neck before sliding up into the hair at my nape. Her nails scraped slowly across my scalp and then dug in harder as she began to rise.
"I’m here now," I murmured against the shell of her ear. My voice came out low and rough with need. My grip tightened on her waist to steady her.
"Yeah." The single word left her on a shaky exhale. It felt warm and damp against my collarbone.
She rose onto her toes. Her calves flexed and strained visibly against my thighs as she stretched upward. Her balance shifted. She had to hang off my neck, fingers tightening in my hair and pulling my head down with real weight so she would not fall back. I felt the burn in my own thighs as I widened my stance to brace us. My hands gripped her waist harder for support. Her chest pressed even more heavily into mine from the forward lean. Her breasts felt soft and full against me. Her mouth found mine.
Our lips crashed together in a clumsy, bruising rush. All desperate pressure. Her upper lip caught under mine. The soft fullness compressed hard against my teeth. The sharp, salty taste of her skin flooded me as our noses bumped and teeth grazed. It sent a bright jolt through us both. Her fingers tightened convulsively in my hair. She used me as leverage to stay upright.
Air became scarce. Her exhale filled my mouth while mine pushed back into hers. It created a hot, humid pocket of shared breath thick with want. The heavy ache low in my stomach deepened as my hips twitched forward, seeking more.
The solid length of my erection pressed hard through my clothes directly against her center. I felt the thick friction of fabric rubbing between us as she instinctively rocked into the pressure. Her pelvis ground against mine in small, needy movements that dragged deliciously along my cock.
Then the kiss softened by degrees. Her jaw loosened. Her lips parted wetly. The slick velvet of her tongue ventured forward. It brushed the seam of my lips before slipping inside with growing demand. She drank me in. Her tongue slid against mine in slow, wet pulls that sent thick pulses straight through me. Suction built between us, rhythmic and obscene. Each deep draw tightened that low, heavy coil inside me. The wet sounds filled the room. Soft parting of lips. Faint clicks of saliva. Ragged breaths.
My hands mapped the heat of her back through the thin fabric. My fingers pressed hard along her spine. We broke apart only when hunger demanded more. I caught the hem of her top and dragged it upward with slow, deliberate hunger. The fabric rasped over her stomach. It caught briefly on her navel before climbing higher. It compressed her breasts, lifting and squeezing their heavy softness for one torturous second.
Then came the release. The sudden freedom as the shirt cleared them. Her breasts settled back with a soft, plush bounce. Her nipples stood tight and flushed darker in the cool air. My gaze dragged over her like a physical touch. Ravenous and possessive.
She reached for my shirt at the same moment. We tugged together. Fabric rustled loud in the charged silence. Our chests heaved harder now. Skin met skin from the waist up. Hot. Electric. Her breasts pressed heavily against my bare chest.
Sherry’s palms glided over my chest with exploratory hunger. Her fingers splayed right over my sternum, catching the violent, heavy kick of my pulse as it threatened to burst through my ribs, thumbs brushing over my nipples.
I mirrored her. My hands returned to her waist. My palms settled heavy against the inward curve just above her hips. I absorbed her radiant heat. I felt the hard press of her hip bones. My thumbs slipped lower and hooked into the elastic waistband of her shorts, fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh at the back of her hips and waist.
I squeezed with possessive strength, using the very grip to pull her upward and inward, eliminating every last fraction of space between our lower bodies.
The resistance and give of her body against my palms felt intoxicating. Her pelvis tilted toward me. Her abdominal muscles fluttering as her breath hitched.
She moved back just a fraction. Her eyes locked on mine. Vulnerable and burning. Then the words came, soft and tempting. Her warm breath ghosted across my bare chest. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
"I didn’t shave," she said. The tentative smile did not quite hide the raw vulnerability in her eyes. It was laced with shy challenge as her body stayed pressed close. Her hips subtly rocked into the possessive hook of my thumbs. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
I didn’t pause. My thumbs only pressed deeper into the soft flesh over her hip bones, pinning her pelvis to mine.
Her thighs brushed heavily against mine. She shifted her weight against my groin in a way that made me bend my knees slightly to brace and absorb the momentum. The heavy, grounding friction of it pulled a low groan from my throat. The humid heat between us grew thick with promise.
