Casanova by Serenity Woods

insulting, but I’m oddly touched. “I’ve never been called beautiful before.” “I don’t know why.” She sounds genuinely baffled. I move her back against the wall and take her hands in mine, lacing our fingers. Then, slowly, I lift them up, above her head, and pin them to the wall. “Oh,” she says, a little squeak. I close the distance between us, so I’m pressed right against her from chest to thighs. “I’m so hot for you right now,” I say. “Can you tell?” She gives a small movement of her hips that I’m not sure is entirely conscious, rubbing against my erection. “Kinda.” I brush my lips against hers. “This evening isn’t going how I planned at all.” She laughs. “Nor me! I thought I’d be playing video games and eating a tub of ice cream on my own.” “I think we should do that afterward.” Her lips curve beneath mine. “Maybe.” I wait for a moment, enjoying the anticipation of becoming even more intimate with this gorgeous woman. She flexes her fingers in mine, her breasts rising and falling fast, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, while a shiver runs down my spine. I kiss her again, tilting my head to slant my lips across hers, and she gives a sigh that turns into a moan. In reply, I rock my hips, pressing the base of my erection against her mound, and she gasps. So I do it again, giving small thrusts, and I know I’m hitting the right spot because her breathing becomes ragged, and her hips are starting to match mine. But it’s not enough; I want to feel it when she come