Chapter 21
Pulling her closer, his lips descended upon hers tenderly, his hand caressing her cheek, his eyes smoldering with desire as he kissed her. "Kristina?"
"Hmm?" she moaned, relishing his touch.
"Baby, you don’t have a shirt on and I’m so damn hard that I want to scream."
Kristina looked down, realizing that her nipples were hard against his bare chest. Her body began to tingle as they stood flesh against flesh.
"I think I can resolve that issue rather quickly," she giggled as she knelt in front of him and pushed his sweats to the floor.
Howie’s hand instantly found itself entangled in her blonde mane as she took his hard cock in her mouth, encircling the head with her tongue. "Oh My God!" he moaned as she swallowed every inch of him into her tight throat.
She looked up, a twinkle in her eye as she began to nibble the thin flesh on his shaft. "You like that baby? "
"God yes!" he whispered. "No one can suck my dick like you do, Kris. I’ve had so many wet dreams thinking about your pretty little mouth on my cock."
Kristina worked him expertly, applying just enough pressure as she sucked him. Within minutes he was ready to explode, his body spasming as each burst of hot sticky liquid filled her throat.
"Oh God Kris......oh baby.....So fucking good....." he moaned as she sucked him dry of every last drop of sweet passion.
Licking her lips, she stood and stared deep into his eyes. He did not hesitate pulling her close to him, kissing her hard, his lips smothering hers. His tongue danced within her mouth leaving her breathless and in sensory overload.
Before she knew what was happening, he had pushed her to the bed and his mouth was engulfing her breast. He tugged at her nipple gently, causing a soft groan to escape her lips.
"Oh God.." she moaned as he slipped a finger inside of her heated pussy.
"Do you like that baby?" he asked. Her actions answered his question as her hips rose to meet his touch.
"Mmmmm...hmmmm."
"What do you want baby girl? I’ll do whatever you want," he said, loving the way her eyes fluttered as he continued to slip his finger in and out of her wet walls.
"I want you to fuck me!" she groaned.
Howie took Kristina’s hands in his and pulled her to the edge of the bed. "Come here baby, I want to feel your sweetness wrapped around my…"
Suddenly there was a loud banging at the door, cutting him off.
Kristina looked at Howie, her eyes dark with desire. "Are you expecting someone?"
"No" he growled, ignoring the banging as he covered her body with velvet kisses, his tongue tracing the outline of her navel.
"God-that feels so good!" she moaned.
The banging grew louder and they could hear someone calling out.
"DAMN!" Howie shouted as he hastily pulled on his sweat pants. He leaned over and kissed Kristina, biting her lower lip teasingly. "Don’t move beautiful. I’ll be right back."
"Hurry back" she whispered, as he bounded out of the room and shut the bedroom door behind him.
As the incessant banging continued, he shouted, "Hold on a minute! I’m coming!"
He peeked through the peephole in the heavy wooden door only to see a mass of blonde hair. Before he could ask who it was, he heard a very familiar voice.
"Open the door, Dog!"
Howie jerked the door open, the frustration in his voice evident. "God Nick, what do you want?"
Nick pushed past Howie; oblivious to the fact that ‘D’ was annoyed with him.
"What took you so long, bro? I didn’t think I was ever gonna get you to come to the door" he said as he plopped down on the couch and turned on the television set.
"Nick" Howie said trying to remain calm. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be busy?"
"Doin' what? I know you don’t have some hot little honey back there," Nick said with a smirk. Then he saw the expression on Howie’s face. "Aww man, you do. You sly dog!" he laughed.
"Cut it out, Nick!"
"What’s her name? What does she look like? Does she have a sister?" he said ignoring Howie.
Howie was beginning to lose his temper, his ache to return to the bedroom growing with each passing minute that he stood in the living room talking to Nick.
From the bedroom Kristina heard Nick’s voice and realized that her moment with Howie was over. Nick was notorious for showing up at the most inopportune moments and hanging out until you sent him packing. She laughed to herself, knowing that Howie was going to be pissed off that they were unable to finish what they had started.
Quickly she put on a tank top and pulled on her cut off shorts, running her hand through her hair. She knew that she had better intercept Howie’s frustration before he released it upon Nick. She didn’t want him to say something that he would later regret.