Missed Connections

Chapter 33 - Just Like Honey

"So...should we actually get dressed and do something today?"

"What?  You don't want to spend the day naked with me?  Evynn, I'm offended."  Louis feigns being cut to the core.  His miming gestures are so over the top, I can't help but laugh.

"I'm not the one who put on the breaks," I needle jokingly.  "Besides, the measly piece of toast I had for breakfast wasn't enough and I'm going to need more food.  If you're not going to feed my sexual appetite, you can fill me up in other ways."

"Sausage?" Louis asks in a mockingly innocence tone.

"Mind out of the gutter, Tomlinson."

"What about fish tacos?"

"For you or for me?  I prefer beef, thank you very much."  I wink.

"Strawberry creams?," Louis teases, pushing my towel down to expose my breasts.

"I'm afraid, this delicious buffet is off the table, honey," I say, giggling as I struggle to move away from his touch.

"Oh God.  I could lick honey off you for days," Louis responds with a growl, grabbing me by the waist and bringing his mouth to my nipples.

I coo and squirm out of his grasp, jumping up from the bed.  My towel hits the floor in the process, and I sashay over to his dresser.  I pretend to be interested in an item on the top and bend over just slightly, giving him a nice view of what he is missing.

"Naughty girl."

"What?" I say sweetly. "Something wrong, Lou?"

"One day I am going to bend you over that dresser and make you scream."

"Promise?"

"Promise"

"But not today?" I say, flipping over to sit on the dresser and placing one leg on the top.  Sharon Stone's school of women's liberation.  Lesson One.

"Evynn..." Lou looks at me.  His blue eyes are dark with desire.  His eyebrows are raised, one slightly higher than the other.

"Am I making things hard for you?" I slip my fingers down and place them at the edge of my slit. 

"So hard, luv."

"Show me."

Louis drops his towel and leans back slightly on the bed, exposing his erection.  He grips himself firmly at his base, steadying his shaft in to view.  His eyes are pinned on me.

"Beautiful, baby." I raise my fingers to my lips and lick them slowly.  I open my mouth and place two of the finger tips inside.  I let my saliva pool and wet them. "It makes me want to touch myself."

"Oh fuck." Louis eyes are locked to my fingers as I run them over my lips once more. He starts to finger his length as it hardens in his palm.

"Do you want me to touch myself, Louis?"

"Yes, baby."

"Where do you want me to touch myself?"  I remoisten my fingers, and run them down over my breasts, stopping at my nipples.  I roll the pink heightened flesh between my thumb and forefinger.  I moan appreciatively, focusing my gaze on Louis.  I pluck my nibs and pinch them forwards before letting my breast drop back in to place. "Here? Is that what you want?"

Louis visible swallows and continues to gently rub his shaft.  He strokes up and down in time with my movements. His hooded eyes zeroed in on my upper half. They momentarily flick towards my red, swollen cleft.  As his gaze transfers south, his hand involuntarily begins to move with more purpose, rolling over his hardened cock.