I relax, hanging my head, touching my forehead to hers. “Fuck.” My thoughts are tangled, and everything is confused, but I will never be able to forget her confession and the images it conveys: her naked body writhing in pleasure, and her sensual mouth calling out for me. They will be branded on my memory until the day I die.
Everything around us fades into insignificance. Nothing is real but her: the strands of blonde hair that fall across her cheek and down her shoulder, the perfect tip of her nose, the rosebudpetals of her lips. All so similar to Diana’s.Exactly the same, a small voice murmurs in the back of my head. I dismiss it, reassuring myself that maybe it’s not Diana I’ve wanted at all. Maybe it was always this woman, and Diana’s resemblance to her was a cruel coincidence that twisted my mind.
I want to dive into her mouth and be swallowed whole. I want her toconsumeme. It’s crazy; I’ve never felt like this. I’m unanchored, untethered. Wild, but restrained.
Our lips almost touch. Her exhalations are my inhalations; I want to breathe her in and keep her locked in my lungs so she can never escape.
I am fucking insane. Delusional.Delirious.
I shouldn’t want any of these things.
I should walk away, because I’m out of my mind, barely keeping a handle on reality. I willdestroythis woman.
But I’m not walking away. I can’t. She might not be Diana, but she makes me feel desire so intense I can’t do anything but act on it.
Her lips are still hovering over mine. “Kiss me.” Another breathy gasp. “Please, Rafe. Kiss me again.”
My mouth clashes with hers, a meeting that’s soft yet raw; a sensuality barely concealing the desperation beneath the surface. Her tongue slips inside my mouth and wrestles with my own, and our kiss turns feverish, months of repressed tension bursting forth. I haven’t been able to have Diana the way I wanted; I’ve fought it at every step, and now I’m unleashing that desire onthiswoman. And it feels good;so fucking good.
Her hands are in my hair, tugging on my collar, clawing at my shirt. She’s as desperate as I am.
I grip her hips and tug her towards me so our bodies are flush; my erection pulsing and hard between us. I groan into her mouth, and she pulls away.
“There’s something I should tell you,” she says, each breath a soft pant.
“No,” I say quickly. “If it’s not dirty talk, I don’t want it.” By repeating her words from last time, I hope to distract her from my obvious resistance to whatever truth she wants to give me, but I might as well be on my knees begging her not to give me anything real.Let me have this.Let me have this time with you, let my mind play games, let me imagine you’re someone else.
Let me take what I want, even if I’m not supposed to have it.
Her lips skim my cheek as she raises herself to press them to my ear, and my heart jolts that she’s going to do something, confess something, that will ruin everything. But instead, she slides her hand between our bodies and cups my dick, shifting her hand up and down the fabric-covered swell.
A low rumble of a moan escapes me. No words. I can’t think. Her proximity is too much. My skin is burning where it touches hers.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asks, the question caressing my skin like steam; her seductive tone a balm to the fire raging through me. She squeezes my dick again. “Is that what your hard cock wants?”
“Yes.” My fingers dig harder into the soft flesh at her hips, and another lust-filled groan escapes me. This woman makes me weak. “Fuck, yes.”
“You want me to put you out of your misery?” she whispers.
How she knows I’m in misery, I have no fucking clue, but the pained response slides from my lips like she’s pulled it out on a hook. “Yes.Yes.”
“Yes, what?” she taunts.
“Yes,please.”
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DIANA
My heart is pounding as I press my mouth to his, savouring every sensation. The fullness of his lips, the soft wetness of his mouth, the taste of his tongue. The size of his dick tenting his trousers.
All of it makes me dizzy; the satiation of my obsession over these last few months is almost more than I can take all at once.
And yet, balanced alongside it is the fear that he could tug away from me at any moment. Change his mind. Come to his senses. Realise who I am.
Does he know? How can he not?
I push the thought out of my mind. Something about being here, seeing me here again, seeing someone else touch me, has broken him. He wasn’t this desperate last time; he’s kissing me like he needs something; feasting on my mouth like he wants to devour me whole, and the fire building inside me is an inferno I know I won’t survive.
