Selena Kitt - Quickies

"That's how you make me feel, every word, every letter. And now it's less than a month and we'll be together, face to face, touching each other, no longer just words and pictures. I can't help thinking about it, about you, what it will be like for us in those moments…"

She glanced up at him, seeing the startled look in his eyes, and her next words stumbled. "Oh, I messed that up…"

He shook his head, making a rolling motion with his hand. "Just keep going. Take it from that sentence."

She nodded, turning back to the words.

"We couldn't stop it, you know. It's like a driving force between us now, can you imagine what it will be like when we come together? Come together… yes, come and come and come… I'm wet just imagining it…"

Callie crossed and uncrossed her legs, feeling that familiar ache she always got when reading or writing erotica, but it wasn't just that. Jason's eyes were dark, hungry, and she knew he was thinking the same thing. She glanced at his hands in his lap and wondered, for a moment, if her reading was making him hard. As hard as she was wet…

the thing was, she was wet, just imagining it. And she wasn't pretending to be Katie, anymore…

"I'll open the door, and there you'll be, your eyes dark with anticipation and lust, your bags in your hands. There might be a moment, a flicker of hesitation, your face a question, asking me, but you'll know, the minute I look into your eyes. How could you not? It's always been yes with you. My whole body is your 'yes…'"

"Cal…" His interruption surprised her and she looked up, seeing him swallow, as if his mouth were dry.

"Hm?" She couldn't help the yes in her eyes, and he took it for what it was, both of them carried by the story, by her voice speaking the words, by months of talking about doing this, by the possibility. His mouth caught hers, dipping down to capture it and lift her face up to meet his kiss. She followed his lead, gripping the paper in her fist as his mouth grew more insistent, his tongue slipping between her lips.

The heat in her belly spread, her whole body flushing as they came together, Jason standing and pulling her with him, kicking his chair back out of the way. He was too tall for her and she had to stretch on tiptoes to keep their mouths connected. She was afraid to break that connection, and he was desperate for it, too, his hands slipping down and cupping her behind, lifting her up to him.

Her skirt was pulled up high when he turned and set her on the table, his cock like iron between her legs. She hooked her heels around him, tugging at the place where his shirt tucked into his belt, seeking the heat of his skin and finding it under her hands. His back was lean and smooth under her fingers, and he broke their kiss, gasping into her hair, her ear.

"Oh god, Cal…"

She knew what he was going to say, could feel it in the subtle stiffening of his body, the tremor in his voice, and she shook her head, turning her eyes up to his.

"No." She didn't want to think about any reason either of them might have not to do this, and saw the same look on his face, twisted there, caught. Her one hand slipped between them to cup the heat of his erection while the other brought her forgotten story up so she could see the words. "I'm not Cal… I'm Katie…"

She tightened her grip, making him moan, as she read deliberately, throatily: "A skirt, that's what I'd wear for you. Short, yes, teacher-like, a button-down blouse so you could pop every one of them-just rip it down the front. Kick the door closed and come over here, baby, because I've got something warm and soft and wet for you to sink into.

I'm so yours…"

"Oh fuck!" He groaned and kissed her again, kissed her quiet, their mouths no longer cautious or exploring, but wild with their lust. She sucked at his tongue, moaning into his mouth as his hand cupped her breast through her blouse, thumbing her hard nipple. It stood up against the material, growing harder under his attention, and she didn't know which was harder, her nipple straining against her blouse or his cock throbbing through his trousers.

She fumbled with his belt as he worked the buttons on her blouse, their tongues making soft, probing circles together. He groaned and broke their kiss when she slipped her hand into his boxers, seeking his length. She freed him quickly, and he glanced down past the half-moon globes of her breasts swelling above the top of her bra, watching her hand tugging at him. His expression was caught between wonder and denial, and she squeezed the tip between her fingers, rubbing the head with her thumb.

Leaning back a little, she spread her thighs, showing him the dark flash of her panties between the gentle swell of her thighs. She rubbed the tip of his cock there over 162

her swollen lips, teasing the head of his cock with the silk of her panties. His eyes fell there, focused, his breath coming faster as she rubbed him up and down her slit.

She glanced over at the paper, still clutched in her hand, and read the first words her eyes found to him: "Wet and shaved smooth for you, just like you like it…"

"Ah, god!" His hands ran down her sides, her hips, pulling her forward as she slipped her panties aside to show him just how soft and smooth she really was. The instant his cock brushed through her wetness, she was lost. She knew she'd do anything to have him, now. She read with a breathy tremble, a throaty lust:

"It's so pink inside, and it's been wet for hours because you're all I can think about, your cock buried in me to the hilt. I want it, and I'll show you where with my fingers, pressing deep into my cunt. Yes, my hot, wet cunt. That's what I am for you, and it's all yours-take it, baby. Fuck me until I can't breathe."

"Oh, goddamnit, Cal…" His fingers nudged her plunging ones aside, spreading her lips and looking at the soft folds of her flesh, his cock throbbing up against her thigh.

"No." She pressed her fingers to his lips, still wet with her juices. "Katie, remember?"

He shook his head, his eyes dark as he grabbed her hips, pulling her off the table and cupping her ass. "No… you're Callie, and I'm Jason, and we're going to do this thing, baby, you and me."

She groaned as he sucked the juices off her fingers and then kissed her again, a hard, almost violent thing, before turning and bending her over the table, shoving her skirt up to her waist. He filled his hands with the soft, round curve of her ass before pulling her panties down to her knees. She glanced over her shoulder at him, trembling,

feeling his fingers, rough and searching, finding the hole he wanted to fill, the one she knew he'd been dreaming about for months.

"Jason?" She whispered his name as he hesitated, his fingers moving in her wetness, teasing her hole, her clit, up and down, over and over. She didn't want him to stop-she didn't want to stop. She wanted this, wanted him, and nothing else mattered in that moment.

"Say it again." His fingers twisted and plunged into her, a prelude, and she gasped, arching her back.

"Jason!" She moaned, spreading her legs as far as the panties caught at her knees would allow.

"Yes." His wet finger slid out to rub her clit to aching and she felt his cock resting, throbbing with a gentle heat against the crack of her ass. "Tell me what you want."

"Oh… god!" His touch was firm and practiced, his fingers moving in confident circles, making her tremble. "Put it in, Jason…please! Fuck me!"

"Yes." He groaned the word, his fingers never moving from their torment as he slipped his cock down the wet crevice of her ass, seeking the soft heat of her pussy. His cock head found it all on its own, as if it already knew the way, spreading her lips, pressing into her core, seeking her deepest heat, her softest spot.