Sunday Smooch with Amy Andrews

Welcome to the first LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch for 2019!

 


Today we have a smooch by Amy Andews from her new release The D.I.L.F. 

Amy Andrews turns up the heat in her smuttiest little book to-date!

Owen
I've had a crush on Stefanie, my best friend's older sister, since I was fifteen. As a geeky gamer with a bad case of acne, she was totally out of my league. But I'm all grown up now, with a medical degree and an in-depth knowledge of female anatomy I'm not afraid to use. When we cross paths again I finally get my chance to live out a few teenage fantasies and prove I can be her guy. I just have to convince Stef to take a chance.

Stefanie
As a resident nurse,I've had enough of arrogant doctors to last me a lifetime. I'm not looking for another. I'm especially not looking to hook up with my kid brother's bestie—ten years my junior—even if he has morphed into a walking, talking, wet dream. If only he wasn't sleeping in my spare bed for three weeks and making it very clear he wants to be in my bed instead. Not going to happen. I don't do casual anymore. No matter how much I want to open my legs for the DILF.



Scene set-up

Owen and Stef have just come home from being out at a bar. She'd been accosted by a drunk and had handled it perfectly fine without Owen's help and she'd been annoyed when he'd tried to intervene. They arrive home and Owen, who had made is desire for her well and truly known, is trying to convince Stefanie that she should give him a chance to prove he can show her a very good time for the 3 weeks he's living under her roof.


****WARNING - This book is erotica with highly sexualised content and frank language. Please DO NOT read on if graphic sex scenes are not your cup of tea.*****

I sigh at the determined little jut of her chin. “It’s my age, isn’t it?”

“Yes. But mostly I just see you as Freddie’s geeky fifteen year old gamer friend and that makes me feel kinda...dirty. And not,” she hastened to add as I opened my mouth to interrupt, “in a dirty girl way. In a dirty old woman way. I don’t want to be that person.”

I take three strides across the room until I’m standing a hand’s width away. Her lips look even redder up this close and she smells like wine and the cool autumn air. I half expect her to take a step back but she holds her ground.

“I’m not geeky gamer boy anymore, Stefanie.” Her nostrils flare as I all but whisper her name and I take advantage of her reaction to grab her hand and shove it on the bulge testing the constraints of my fly. “And I’m not fifteen either.”

She doesn’t try to pull her hand away, just sucks in a breath and I grow a little bolder moving in so her hand is trapped between us and my chest rubs against the soft mounds of her tits. Her lips part and my gaze drops to the cherry cola pillows. I inch my mouth closer and salivate knowing how close we are to kissing. Her warm breath fans against my cheek.

“Plus I’m the DILF.” My lips curve up as they nudge closer, my pulse washes through my ears, blood rockets through my system, my cock swells even harder beneath her hand. “Didn’t you know?”

“Yeah,” she whispers all low and husky, our lips all but brushing now. “I know. But you shouldn’t believe your own press.”

In one sudden movement she sweeps my legs out from underneath me and I’m falling. But not before I make a grab for her and we both go down. I land on my back groaning at the impact despite my fall to the floorboards being cushioned by a thick shag rug.

Stef lands on top of me and I grunt. Her legs straddle my waist, her forehead is buried in the crook of my neck, her hair covers my face. She doesn’t pause though, just pushes herself up, a hand either side of my shoulders, her hair forming a coppery curtain around us as she glares down at me.

Neither of us says anything for a beat or two, we just stare and pant, our chests rising and falling erratically. 

Stef breaks first, dragging in one deep breath then another before swooping down and slamming her mouth against mine.

And it is better than a hundred dirty fantasies.

Her mouth is open wide, demanding I follow suit as her tongue snakes inside and strokes against mine in the filthiest tangling I’ve ever known. If she had a dick, I know exactly how she’d fuck me with it. Hell, if she had a dick right now, I’d let her. A woman who can kiss a man like she’s fucking him, can have whatever the hell she wants. It’s deep and wet and hard and I can barely keep up with the frantic pace as she devours my mouth like it’s laced with the world’s most potent aphrodisiac.

I knew it would be like this between us – crazed - I’d always known. Even in my virginal spank bank fantasies I’d known Stef and I would be off the charts.  

The rough drag of our breathing as we struggle to suck in air fills my head and I groan as our tongues tango. The backs of her thighs fill my hands but suddenly I need more than that. I slide them to her ass, her deliciously round ass. I want to bite it, to furrow my cock through the cleft between her cheeks, to bury it inside her and take her to a whole other plane. But all I can do right now is squeeze. So I do.

 Wrong. Move.

As quickly as the kiss began, she finishes it, pushing away again. Her eyes glitter with fury but there’s frustration there too.

Oh yeah baby. I know exactly how she feels.

“Never,” she says, her chest heaving, her teeth bared and gritted. “Going. To. Happen.” 

 

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