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“It’s nothing you did,” he says, approaching me. “It’s how you look.”
“I could say the same to you.”
He shakes his head. “Nope. No comparison.” He looks behind him to make sure he’s closed the front door, then strides toward me and scoops me off my feet, hoisting me up into his arms.
“Hey,” I say, laughing. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
He carries me to the bedroom and throws me on the bed.
“I thought we were going out,” I say. Honestly, I don’t care about going out. I don’t care about anything but Alistair Ravenscroft.
“We are,” he replies. “But I won’t make it to the restaurant with you looking like that.”
“We’ll be late,” I say.
His hands move up under the hem of the small black dress I’m wearing. “Your fault.”
He pulls off my panties and pushes my dress up, over my hips, and kisses my thighs.
“You smell so fucking good,” he growls.
I moan and arch my back. I’m already so turned on I don’t want him anywhere but here. I don’t want foreplay or orgasms or anything but his big beautiful cock inside me.
“Fuck me,” I beg.
“You’re not ready,” he replies.
“I am. I’ve been ready for you all day.”
Desire cascades over his face.
“Let me kiss you first,” he says.
I nod, thinking he’ll come up and kiss me, but instead he makes out with my pussy. I stop protesting as his tongue swirls around, teasing every nerve, making me swell. He moves so slowly that my desire becomes almost painful. I start to moan. Everything else disappears. It just feels so good.
“Ahhh,” I keen. “So. Fucking. Good.”
He keeps going, and I don’t stop him. I feel my climax building. It’s never happened so fast before. Everything is just rushing to my core. “I’m close.”
He stays down there but picks up his pace. I’ll lose my mind if he doesn’t fuck me right now.
“Please, Alistair,” I wail. “Please. I’m so close. I want you inside me when I come.”
He pulls me to the edge of the bed and puts a pillow underneath my hips. He stands with one foot on the floor for better leverage. I watch his face, his muscles, his eyes. He’s too good to be true and I’m aching for him.
Before I have time to beg again, he takes my ankle in his hand, kisses it, then finds my wetness with his cock and pushes himself inside me, stretching me wide, reaching my depth, and I cry out. We both feel the first gentle contraction of my orgasm and that’s all the invitation he needs to pound into me, hard and fast. It’s the best feeling in the world. A second, stronger orgasm mounts and I topple off the ledge and land in a warm, choppy ocean where I’m smashed by bliss. I lose control of my body as wave after wave of immense pleasure takes any agency from me. I can’t even keep my eyes open. Everything has disappeared except our bodies sparking against each other. I feel another orgasm rolling toward me.
I start massaging my clit while Alistair slows down, close to his own climax, giving mine time to build. I don’t need much. I feel it coming, and almost immediately it’s there. I cry out, and Alistair pounds into my contractions, ramping up the orgasm so that it’s so intense I’m blinded by it.
We collapse on the bed together, spent and sweating.
“Holy shit,” I say. “That was so intense. I was expecting a quickie.”
“That was a quickie,” he says.
If that was Alistair’s version of a quickie, then, well, I don’t know. No words. I try anyway.
