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I move towards her, but she shakes her head.
"Not yet. I want you to watch first." She bites her lip as she shimmies out of her dress.
It falls to her waist, exposing her breasts. She runs her hands over her chest, pressing her eyes closed as her fingers drift lower.
It's so intimate and vulnerable, like she's inviting me into her world. She's electric, with her tongue sliding over her lips, her fingertips drawing circles over her nipples again and again and again. Then she looks back at me. It's an invitation and I'm going to take it.
I grab her hips and push her onto the bed. Her legs part, and I'm on top of her, pinning her to the bed. She squeezes me with her thighs, and I sink into the sweet pressure of her body enveloping mine.
She holds my gaze for a moment. It's pure want. Pure need. Then her hands are in my hair, another sweet pressure. She's tugging and pulling my head towards her mouth all at once. Her mouth hovers over my ear, her breath hot and wet. Shivers run through my body. I need to rip her clothes off and get my cock inside her.
She whispers. "This is going to be payback for every time you tortured me." She runs her tongue around my ear. It's so light and soft. My body floods with want. I grip her tighter, digging my fingers into the soft skin of her hips. Those are such lush, curvy hips. I need to grab those hips and pin her to the bed and fuck her until we come together.
Alyssa wraps her hands around my wrists. She pushes me onto the bed like I'm her toy.
I want to be her fucking toy.
Her teeth scrape against my earlobe. Harder. Harder. She slings her legs over my hips, straddling me. Her crotch is pressed against mine. There's nothing under the dress. The only thing between us is my slacks, my boxers.
It's still too much. I drag my fingertips along her thighs. She shudders, a soft groan escaping her lips.
But she grabs my wrists and presses them against the bed. "Patience, Luke."
She smirks. Clearly enjoying torturing me the way I always torture her.
She plants her hands next to my shoulders, leans down, and presses her lips to mine. Her kiss is so hot and electric, the agony we've worked up in the last few weeks pouring between us. She takes my hand and sticks my index finger into the sticky jar of honey. She brings my finger to her mouth and licks around the edges, a low groan passing through her lips. Then her entire mouth is on my finger, and she sucks off every last bit of honey. Her tongue is so soft and wet and it hits every nerve in my innocent fingertip.
Jesus.
She kisses me again, probing gently with her tongue. She plunges her finger into the jar again. Leans back. And she traces the outline of my lips. Her touch is soft and hot. I need more. I grab her wrist, slide her finger into my mouth, and suck hard. It's such a sweet mix--the honey and her skin--and she presses her eyes together in ecstasy over the feeling.
We lock eyes. I expect her to beg me to release her from the torture, but she says nothing. She plunges my finger back into the jar and brings it to her chest. I run my fingertip over her nipple, spreading the honey over that sweet bud. Then I bring my mouth to her. I lick her slowly. It's sticky and sweet, and I can't stop myself from licking every drop, until it's just my mouth closing in on her firm flesh. It's so luscious, the pressure of her against my mouth as I suck harder and harder.
She tilts her head back in ecstasy, moaning through her teeth.
Mhmm. Alyssa. I could die happy watching this look spread across her face. I flick my tongue against her again and again, shallow strokes that drive her wild.
She digs her hands into my hair, her body convulsing.
And I do it again--another sweet dab of honey on her nipple. I retrace my finger's motions with my tongue, sucking harder the louder she gets.
When I finally bring my lips back to hers, she kisses me so hard and fast I can't breathe. It's pure need, pure lust, a fuck me now without the hassle of vocalizing the words. And I inhale the feeling of the kiss. Everything inside her is pouring into me, and everything inside of me is pouring into her. I need her so badly I shake. I shove her dress to her knees and dig my hands into her hair.
She tugs at my shirt. "Stupid fucking buttons."
She manages to undo most of them and pushes it off my shoulders. Her eyes pass over me slowly, her expression filling with delight. I love the way she looks at me like she wants to consume me, like I'm the hottest thing she's ever seen.
We kiss again, and it's still hard and fast, but there's something soft and sweet about it too. There's a need, a vulnerability, pouring through both of us. We're lost in this moment, and I need her here in my arms, mine forever.
She shifts back, rubbing her crotch against mine, squeezing me with her thighs. Her eyes connect with mine and she smiles. It's devilish, a promise.
She presses my shoulders against the bed. I relax. I'm hers now, and I'm not about to deny her whatever she wants. She drags her fingers across my chest and stomach.
"Mhmm." She undoes my belt and unzips my slacks.
Then it's her hands rubbing me over my boxers. Fuck. Any remaining blood flees from my brain. I can't think anymore. There's nothing in this moment but Alyssa.
She's on top of me, her dress around her waist, her eyes lit up with lust, her tongue sliding over her lips. She pulls her dress over her head and then she strokes me.
