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"You sure about that?"
She nodded.
I looked into her eyes, long and hard. It was clear that we were both about to jump off the cliff edge together, and it felt really fucking irresistible.
Free will doesn’t exist.
“Come here,” I said.
My hands circled her waist and I lifted her off her chair, guiding her firmly onto my lap. Her legs straddled me, her breasts in front of my lips, tempting me beneath the silky black fabric of her dress. "Is this what you want?"
"Please," she murmured.
I traced my finger down her breast, feeling her nipple harden under my touch. "I'm too old for you,” I told her. I kissed her clavicle, moving my lips hungrily down her throat, kissing her stiff nipple through the sheer material. "Too rough."
"I'm too young for you," she breathed in my ear. “Too soft.”
I growled, pulling down her dress, revealing a black lace bra that made my cock surge upward. She must have felt me under her because her eyelids fluttered as she moaned with anticipation.
"That is a very naughty bra."
"It's my icing," she said.
"No. Icing's the best bit. Your icing is what's underneath that bra. Take it off."
Elara reached back and unhooked the underwear, letting it fall to the floor. Her skin puckered with goosebumps. All the while, there was a wide, hungry smile on her beautiful lips.
As I traced my fingers down the graceful curve of her breast, I could feel the warmth of her skin, and the silky smoothness of her curves against my fingertips.
Elara studied me, as if trying to read my thoughts. "You want this, don't you?" she asked, her voice like velvet.
"You know what I want. You've known since the minute you jumped out at me in that ghost costume." I moved my mouth to her warm breast, kissing the soft skin, tracing a path to her nipple, over a beauty mark. I could barely believe this was happening. I was kissing a work of fucking art.
"Take whatever you want," she said, her breath hot in my ear. She kissed the bare skin of my neck.
"Be careful," I warned, my heart pounding in my chest. "If I take you, you might not want me to let you go."
She whimpered as I threaded my hand through her gossamer hair. I held it tight then yanked it back as I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard before gently biting.
"All I want is this moment," she groaned. I loved hearing her voice like this, heavy with desire, no filter, made vulnerable by her need for me.
"If this is what you want, I'm going to give it to you. But that's all it's going to be. Just sex."
"That's all I want. Just sex," she said, and I knew there was no turning back.
I stood up, picking her up with me. She wrapped her thighs around me, and as I carried her out of the kitchen, I felt like some kind of wild animal. I hadn't been like this with anyone, ever. Operating fully on instinct. No thoughts, just lust. It felt so good, so indescribably good, to let go.
As I took her through the hall, I felt her grab my shirt, pulling it up over my head. I helped her take it off, throwing it down on the floor. It was a thrill to have her fingers tracing the contours of my muscles. I felt stronger and younger than I had done in so long. I felt . . . powerful.
Suddenly too impatient to take her all the way to my bed, I pushed her up against the wall right there in the hallway, slipping my hands under her black dress, sliding my palm beneath her panties, squeezing her ass so hard she squealed.
"I can't hold back," I said, kissing her throat. "I'm not a gentle person."
"I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to be you."
"Then take that dress all the way off," I grunted, letting her feet down.
I've never seen anyone move that fast. The dress was gone in seconds, and my eyes widened when I saw her body. I thought back to the first time I saw her naked on the beach. I wasn’t worthy.
