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“Man or woman.” I lick over her gaping lips.
“No one. Nobody. Only you. I need you…I…I need you to make it go away.”
“Make what go away, baby?” Slipping a finger through her slit, I tighten my hold on her pussy while I lean closer and guide us out of the elevator.
Her backward steps are clumsy and shaky while her whimpers get louder with every movement.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.”
Opening the door to my place, I hook an arm around the curve of her ass and lift her up my body, kicking the door shut when we’re inside.
“What do you want me to make go away, beautiful?” I ask, sitting her on the entry table, hands dropping to the wood as I brace myself over her. Greedily, I suck in her every exhale, my blood rushing with her essence.
“The ache, Parker.” Agony drenches every syllable as she stares up at me, hands bracketing my jaw, with desperation gleaming in her eyes. “I’m right there. So close. So…so…”
“Frustrated.”
“Yes.”
“Thoughtless.”
“Yes.”
“Senseless.”
“Mad…wild…demented…I can’t breathe because it hurts. I can’t think because you left me wanting…and I can’t stop.” A tear skitters down one cheek. “I tried, but I can’t…”
Lowering, I touch the tip of my nose to hers, nudging it lightly so that her face lifts to mine as I kiss her lips with my admission. “Me either.”
All this time, I thought we were in a whirlwind, spinning and spinning out of control, pulling in every direction except the one that this thing between us forced. Fighting. Resisting. But the rumble of the storm is only just sounding. With every lick of her lips and swirl of our tongues, with every inch of skin my hands claim, it gets louder and louder.
Tugging the laces of her sandals undone, I push the heels off her feet as I fall to my knees and pepper her thighs with wet kisses and bites that litter the air with her curses. Hitching the skirt of her dress higher, I meet her wide, wanton stare.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” With my promise still murmuring over my lips, she begs, “Please.”
Scissoring my fingers through her folds, I tug her to the edge of the table and drag my stubble over the inside of her thighs. I will make her feel good, but while I’m at it, I’m also going to torture her every chance I get. For every fucking second she’s turned me inside out with her presence in my life.
The second I breathe over her wet flesh—hovering as I try to quell the thrill of being so close—Summer closes the space between us. The scent of her need is maddening, unraveling the little control I had left. My teeth graze her slit, the musk of her arousal shocking my system. Before she can pull back, I cup her ass with one hand, using the other to hitch her thigh over my shoulder as I press my tongue to her drenched opening.
“Sweet freaking Jesus…”
Indeed.
Sucking her engorged nub between my lips, I flick my tongue. Once, twice…and she’s squirming, hands knotting in my hair so tight that I can barely gasp for air with her juices drowning my taste buds. Every sweep of my tongue from her pussy to her clit makes her tremble a little more until I’m certain she’s vibrating with her impending release.
I could savor her all night long, could suffocate between her plush thighs forever. But as I trace the hand on her thigh higher, bracketing the plump flesh until my thumb nudges her clit, she writhes wildly, the obvious desperation spurring my own. Raking my nail over that oversensitive nub, I fuck my tongue into her cunt to the manic rhythm of the blood rushing to my cock. Pounding and pounding as I lick at her walls. Throbbing and throbbing while I suck relentlessly at her sweet pussy.
“Oh my God, Parker!” The loud moan thunders in my ears as my heart picks up its deranged pace. Every cell of my being sparks. Every fiber of my DNA burns for her. “Oh my God…I’m…I’m—”
The sentence morphs into a cry as Summer calls a garbled version of my name, sounding part curse and part prayer. While she shakes and shudders, coming apart for me, I drink and drink, lapping up her pleasure like it’s the water of life and I’m a dying man. Because I could be. With her. For her.
“I can’t…Parker…Parker…” She claws at my head and my shoulders, pushing and pulling. “I can’t. Oh God…please…please…”
When she tries to shuffle away from my ministrations, I flit my stare to hers and hold her in place, licking her clean.
We’ve spent too long waiting, too long avoiding this moment, and now that we’re here, I won’t stop until she begs me to.
Nails scratch her thighs in her overwhelmed mania. And as her body convulses again—pussy clenching, muscles cording tight—Summer clutches at herself. As though she’s holding her being together, terrified of completely coming undone.
