Page 114 of The Strength Of A Woman

She pushes up a knee and presses her heated pussy against my thigh.

Even with two layers of fabric between us, I can still feel her heat and the softness of her sex.

I lower my hand to her short dress and slide it up until I reach her shorts and grab her backside. She rocks her hips slightly as I deepen the kiss.

My sweet Leilani.

My hand moves down again, and this time it makes the trip up between her legs.

Her thighs are tense against my touch.

Slowly, I trail her slit with my fingers through her tight shorts and feel the dampness between her legs.

She pushes up to press herself into my body, and with a few quick moves, I untuck my shirt, undo a couple of buttons, and pull it over my head before unfastening my belt and tugging down at my zipper.

I’m already hard, ready to enter her.

I’ve been hard on and off throughout the night and day just by thinking of how she felt around my fingers.

I don’t want to rush her because I want to make this right for her.

I go back to her.

Her lips burn against mine. Her arms are locked around my neck.

My fingers trail the back of her neckline where a tiny button holds the dress together.

Undoing it, I create enough of an opening so I can pull at her neckline and make the dress slide off her shoulders.

I don’t stop until her breasts look soft like snow in the silver moonlight.

Without pausing, I do the same to the button at the waistband of her shorts and pull the zipper down.

She wears nothing underneath.

My teeth sink into her lip as I squeeze my fingers inside her shorts, move them down, and feel the sleek flesh between her folds.

She arches against me.

She’s like a firecracker.

Like a summer storm.

She allows me to finger her again, clenching around my touch, and rocking her hips, while I grow so hard that my erection juts out of my pants.

It’s now touching her leg, pulsing and stirring.

She lowers a hand to me and dares to break the kiss to see my reaction when she touches me.

I could come only by staring at her expression of awe when she wraps her fingers around me, breaks the bead of moisture at the tip, and smears it down my length.

She has me in her hand, while I slowly move my middle finger into her, reveling in how fine she feels inside. So warm and wet, so slightly clenching, waiting for me to enter her.

I’ll fuck her till she can’t walk straight.

I’m long overdue to have her.

She’s been a tease for too damn long, and although I’ve always pushed away the idea of her, I now know she is my woman.