Needing to see her, to watch my dick take her apart, I tilt my head again. Lust-heavy eyes focus on where we’re meeting, eating up the sight of me stretching her open—of her swollen clit begging for its own attention. Too bad, I’m not letting go of her right now. Instead, I take her throat anyway, grasping, and cutting off the breath she’s not allowed to steal without permission, then I yank her to me. Changing the angle, she’s rubbing herself on my groin now while I’m surging in and out of her tight grip.
“So per…fect.” Replacing my breath with her own for another kiss. She responds by invading my mouth, muting me.
That’s it, stingy thing.
There’s no stopping us—we’re ravenous for this. The connection, being seen, being appreciated for who we are without the expectations of our families. There’s no grade pointaverages or job requirements here, just pure fucking lust and a love that will outlast time.
Pressure’s building low in my stomach, running me along with the burn of my exerted muscles, delivering a heady cocktail to my mind and body.
She fits me perfectly. The flare of her hips below my hand, her chest pressed flat to mine, the exact size of her neck fitting in my grip, then the way I slot between her thighs like we were formed from matching molds.
I can’t take it anymore—thrusting harder, more desperate, and losing my steady rhythm, my orgasm rushes towards me. If I have anything to say about it, she’s going too, we’re falling over this together. Hand in hand, soul with soul.
Binding both arms around her, I pant against her neck. “Please come with me, Nadia. Show me who owns me.”
One, two, three more thrusts and she screams. Her orgasm triggers mine, shoving as far into her spasming pussy, I moan into her shoulder. Filling the condom with spurt after spurt of hot cum, giving myself to the only woman I’ve ever wanted.
Chapter ten
The leather’s sticking to me; it’s not necessarily uncomfortable though. We shimmied into the back seat before I lost all of my starch and gave out under her. It’s strange, as I’m normally in the front seat rather than laying in the back. But it feels good here with her weight resting firmly against mine. She’s sticking to me too, with our bare chests skin-to-skin. Gently, my fingers glide up and down her spine–taking count of each vertebrae along her lumbar and thoracic zones.
Our breathing has synced up; each of her soft exhales fog warmly across my flesh while I graze her cheek with my opposite thumb. Holding her in ways I’ve fantasized about—both with tenderness and hunger.
Tightening for a moment, I shift subtly and lift my left leg then rest it on the side of the backrest of the backseat—too damn tall to be fucking in a car but it’s a small price to pay. Nadia murmurs incoherently, the sweet contented sound blending withStairway to Heavenas it plays faintly through the speakers—almost choking me with sentimentality.
“You alright, sweetheart?”
I know she’s alright, I still need to hear her say it. Give me peace of mind after the insane evening we’ve had, and the role she played—blew my mind, no pun intended. Never would’ve guessed how much of a firebug she is. Hell, she probably doesn’t realize it either but that fucker is loitering inside of her, squatting, waiting to show its ugly head again. If I know anything about Nadia, this is only the beginning. She doesn’t do things halfway, it’s all or none. Which you would be a damn fool not to admire about her.
“Hey,” prompting her again, I tilt her chin to see her better. I have to bite the inside of my lip when I get a good look at her—the poor thing is blissed out. Eyes heavy, cheeks still stained a heated pink, lips so kiss-swollen I’m sure they hurt. Unfortunately for her, that doesn’t stop me from brushing my thumb across them, the rough callous pushing the reddened cushion to the side.
“Hey, beautiful girl.”
“Mmm.”
A gentle chuckle jolts my chest, part of me knows I shouldn’t laugh at her but it’s impossible to stop. Elation exists unapologetically in every ounce of my body and she’s the entire damn reason. If she can’t see more than a few inches in front of her, at least she can hear the dumb ass smirk on my face—pride.Glutinous pride.
“Need to know you’re alright, give me more than a contented murmur.”
“Mmm.” She answers me again.
“Brat.” I reply then land a series of quick slaps down on her bare ass until her teasing turns into a shout.
“Kaleb!”
“That’s better, not what I was looking for but yelling my name is an acceptable alternative. It sounds good rolling out all sex-dazed and whatnot.”
“You…’re a jerk.” Nadia groans, pulling away from my thumb and laying her head back down where her ear almost suctions to it—listening to the low thuds of the heart she’s enslaved.
“A handsome one that hopefully just made up for ruining your graduation night.”
“Still in the doghouse, just renting though. Not living.”
That chuckle from before? A full laugh now, one that starts deep in my torso before rumbling out and creating a mini earthquake for the woman laying atop of me. The curl of her lips warms my heart–well fucked, relaxed, and simply existing. Exactly how it should be, us facing the rest of the world together.
“I missed this, you know. You remember the first time I snuck in your window? Almost busted my ass when my jacket got caught on the nail your dad used to board it up from the outside.”
She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds then finally adds in. “Yeah, and you blamed me for the torn leather for two weeks.”
