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I push his jacket off his shoulders, craving to feel even more of his smooth skin. He leans up and slides it off his arms, tossing it to the floor as I reach for his shirt. It ruffles his hair as he jerks it off his head and I chuckle softly to myself as he tries to fix it. I put my hands on his body, luring him down to my lips again. He pushes deeper inside and I moan against his mouth, urging him to keep fucking me, but he holds himself steady instead.
Boxcar lays his hands on me, fishing them beneath my shirt. His fingers crawl upward to caress my breasts and feel my nipples as they poke his palms. He takes his time sliding my shirt up, re-learning every gentle curve of me, every freckle and spot on my skin. I twitch with impatience, knowing that the pleasure gently tapping on my walls is just the beginning of what he’s capable of doing to me.
He pulls out of me. I grit my teeth in disappointment but that feeling fades as Boxcar’s mouth descends my neck and over my breasts. His tongue travels my navel, leaving wet kisses along my taut skin all the way down. He pushes my knees farther apart, straining my muscles until they hurt. My back arches. My toes curl. My entire body submits as his lips clamp around my surging clit.
I moan at the ceiling. Quick, constant breaths keep me light-headed and weak, completely unable to process the supreme pleasure dominating me from the inside out. His tongue laps at me, zeroing in on my most sensitive spot. He gazes up at me with purposeful eyes, locking on mine as I writhe beneath him.
Boxcar lays a firm finger against my opening. I’m not even sure how much more of this I can take before I’m screaming his name. I know exactly what he can do with those strong, trained fingers of his. I look into his eyes again, seeing impish delight in his pupils. He slides a single finger inside and waits for my moans to subside before playing me with expert precision. Flawless and true, he massages a thunderous climax out of me, refusing to stop his gentle rub even as I clamp down on his hand.
“Box!” I scream, barely able to catch my breath as he slides a second finger inside and fucks me hard and fast.
He keeps his hand working as he travels upward, leaving hot, eager kisses along my flesh before finally finding my lips again. I ache for more of him, especially the wide thickness of his cock.
Boxcar laughs and pulls his fingers out of me, reading my expression like a book he’s read a thousand times. He knows what I want. He knows how I want it and where. He always did.
Maybe he always will.
He grabs me and guides me around onto my hands and knees. I feel him press against me, hard and firm as ever, before he burrows his cock back inside of me where he belongs. With one hand on my waist and another resting on my shoulder, he pounds me with hard, deliberate thrusts.
“Oh, god—!” I moan through my teeth, relishing in the masterful glide of his cock against my insides.
He angles his charge, pushing me to the edge once again. Breaths tumble off my lips faster and wilder and I go stiff as he finds the most perfect rhythm inside. He takes me with a firm grind, forcing me to come on his cock as his own animalistic grunts tear his throat apart.
Everything crumbles. I lose control of my senses. Orgasm washes everything away, leaving me throbbing and broken in his steady grip, but he doesn’t stop pounding me. I let him have me, feeling his own pleasures taking him over.
My tongue taps the roof of my mouth, remembering and craving his taste upon it. I bite my cheek with impatience. I twist around to watch him, paying attention to the subtle expressions on his face, waiting for the moment I know he’ll explode for me.
I shift forward and he slides out of me. I turn around, enjoying the subtle confusion on his face as I guide him onto his back. He doesn’t question it, happily moving down and submitting to what I want. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips as our tongues dance. Memories rush into my mind. Forgotten moments between the two of us, ones that I thought were lost for good. Hell, ones that I wanted to be lost for good and yet…
Seeing him again, like this. Tasting him. Feeling him. Loving him.
I don’t want to forget again.
I descend his body, leaving firm kisses down his chest as I go. His fingers curl around my hair and he voices several low groans the closer I get to his throbbing cock. I look up at him, enjoying the sweet look on his face, as I open my mouth for him.
“Fuck…” he whispers, his head dropping to the pillows. “I can’t hold it.”
I swirl my tongue around his tip. His hand tightens around my hair as he comes between my lips. My taste buds implode, completely satisfied with the taste of him and the nostalgic musk of his sweat. I send his warm desire back, feeling that hot tickle dripping down my throat, moaning softly as my tongue caresses his perfect glands.
Boxcar sits up quickly, grabs my shoulders, and forces me onto the pillows. I laugh as he does it, noting the manly twinkle in his eye as he pins me to the mattress. I flex and shift us both with a quick jerk, twisting him around onto his back before he even knows what hit him. Surprise jolts his eyes but he quickly laughs and settles against the bed.
“There she is…” he says, smiling.
I narrow my eyes and take control of my wild pulse. “Who?” I ask.
“My warrior woman.”
My eyebrow twitches. He looks at my naked body on display above him. I let go of his hands and sit back, straddling his waist as the adrenaline abandons me.
“Yours, huh?” I ask between breaths.
He shrugs. “Was that ever a question?”
I suck my numb lips, biting down to experience the pain as feeling returns to my limbs.
Boxcar. The only man I’ve ever wanted. The only man that’s ever wanted me back — that I know of.
So, why I am so unsure of this?
