GRETA
Feels So Good by HONNE, Anna of the North
"Holy shit, Gret!" he growled when I grinded on top of his manhood. Damn, that felt so good. "Easy, honey," he whispered to my left ear as he pinned down my waist in place to keep me from moving. I chuckled as my eyes sleepily traveled from his big hard hand, to his wrist laced with a Patek Philippe watch, to his toned arm clad in black long sleeves.
"I love your scent," I purred and slowly lowered my head to sniff his neck. How manly, I thought to myself. He chuckled and caressed my bare back. "What are you wearing?" I asked out of curiosity. I rolled my eyes at myself. Of course, I want to know so I can buy it and spray it onto my bed sheets!
He sighed and kissed my forehead. "I love your scent."
I giggled and touched his strong jaw. He looked at me and said, "You're shivering." He hugged me tighter as if wrapping me in a warm blanket. Oh, how I love this feeling, whatever this is that's making me shiver. I hugged him back, my arms wrapping around his torso. "I don't think you should be wearing clothes like this, Greta," he said, his tone so stern.
"Why not? I got a sexy back, so why not flaunt it?" I playfully asked, although it's true. I feel beautiful when I wear the clothes I want to wear. I wear such clothes not for people to gawk at me, but to feel and look great. Malicious people should stop thinking that all women dress like this for them. No, women like me dress like this because we can and it's for ourselves, not for anyone else.
He tried to smooth out the hem of my silky halter dress hiked up on my waist as I've been straddling him. "Yes, you do," he said, sighing. "And you're beautiful in whatever you wear... or not wear." I giggled and he chuckled. "Seriously though, this is way too revealing. I don't want anybody else's eyes and hands on your body," he added while hugging me even tighter. So clingy. And I love it.
I kissed his jaw and then his earlobe and then his neck. "Hmmm... okayyy..." I said in between kisses, not really meaning what I just said. His lips found my lips and he kissed me deeper. And so we're back to making out.
I love kissing him... touching him... basically, making out with him. Now I couldn't imagine how I managed to live before I met him. I felt his hands travel to my buttocks barely covered by my dress. I smirked while he's still intoxicated with my lips. "Hmmm..." I moaned and started to dry-hump on him again. My silk thong is soaking in my wet womanhood that's getting even more sensitive with every rub. Gosh, why is he still wearing these jeans?!
"Greta, we can't," he interrupted again. But he's still kissing me like crazy and massaging my behind so deliciously. "Honey, your cousins—" I hate that he's still thinking straight after all this time so I shushed him with my mouth. "—might be—" I licked his lower lip. "—looking for you now. Hmmm..."
I grabbed his nape and kissed him deeper. I can't get enough of this man! We've only met a month ago, and then exploded like a firework when we decided to 'test' each other. You can blame it on the alcohol, but I'm not complaining. I don't care if he's my cousin's friend. It's just six years and what's important is we're not related by blood!
He caressed my face and slowly pulled away. "Honey, I can't go back in with a massive boner," he said and looked at our midsections. I laughed and hugged his head. He groaned in frustration. Gosh, why is he such a tease but also a gentleman?
"It's your fault!" I told him, still laughing. And then I heard three knocks on his car's heavily tinted window. Uh-oh.
A man outside the SUV cleared his throat. "You gotta get back in now. The Lopezes already noticed your girl's disappearance," a familiar voice told us. I wonder where I heard that voice before.
