Hump Day Humps at Marteeka’s Dreams

 

hump dayI am sharing a sexy excerpt from “Falling for Fall” along with the Marteeka Karland and the other authors at her weekly Hump Day Humps! Click on the banner above for more excerpts, and click below for mine. 😉

His eyes wander over my chest, lifted shirt and navel ring. “Or we could take a detour.”
Grinning, I shove the file at him. “Distracted much?”
We’re not on the highway for ten minutes before we hit a traffic jam. “You can’t be serious,” I moan.
“I’m never serious.” Theo grins, leaning over the seat.
Before I can say anything, he’s invisible. He’s annoying like that.
“Theo, we don’t have time for tricks.” We still haven’t moved. What the hell is the holdup?
I smell the crisp scent of autumn leaves before I feel his fingertips on my collarbone. “Really. I’m not in the mood for your games,” I say, squinting ahead through the windshield. I can’t see anything but cars.
His fingers slowly trail down across my shoulders, then back into my cleavage. A brief gust of warm breath tickles me there, and then his mouth is on my chest.
“Theo,” I whisper.
“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear. “No one can see me.”
“No, but they can see my shirt moving!” Of course, through the tinted glass, nobody’s probably noticing the way my shirt’s rustling around. But we’re in public, surrounded by cars full of people and — And suddenly, I’m quite turned on.
I shrug out of my sweater, giving him better access. A chuckle tickles my ear. His mouth returns to my chest, kissing across my pale skin.
Groaning, I arch back, keeping my eyes on the road in front of me as his mouth seeks out further territory, licking the tops of my breasts. My nipples ache against the layers of clothing separating us.
Before I know what’s happening, Theo is between my legs, palming my pussy through my slacks and sticking his head beneath my shirt. I squirm beneath his touch, but he holds me still.
One hand pulls my bra down below my breasts, exposing the globes to his touch while I hold onto the steering wheel. I try to appear nonchalant as he gets me off in front of all of these people.
A hiss escapes my teeth as his own come down on my nipple, playfully biting, then deeply sucking the taut peak. His thumb wiggles across my slit through my slacks, and I put the car in park and spread my legs for him. I feel him moan against my ribcage, his hair tickling my other breast. He nuzzles one, then the other, wetly licking and sucking them alternatively as his thumb increases its pace against my pussy.

Author: sarajschmidt

I shake you warmly by the hand, and welcome you to my bio! Currently a writer, artist, and freelance explorer, I have played many other roles. I've managed a restaurant, debated across the country, taught children in Spain, run a handful of student organizations and retreats, served as the Editor/Producer/Citizen Journalist Manager for a, sung in choir for many years, volunteered with dozens of organizations and interned with a few, home-schooled a relative, cared for many a pet, and protested a thing or two. I am also married to my dreamy gearhead high school sweetheart, and together we are unschooling with our 10-year-old tenacious and hilarious daughter. Aside from my main passions of writing, art, reading, and generally being as ambitious as possible, I love to play with my daughter, learn new things, have date nights with The Husband, and highlight anything within my reach. Drop me a line at sarajschmidt@gmail.com.

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