Page 74 of Last First Date

The desire that had simmered between us finally broke free, flooding our senses and drowning out all rational thought. Our clothes were discarded, leaving us bare in more ways than one. Our exploration deepened, fingers tracing lines of fire over flesh.

Her kisses moved to my neck, biting gently and sending shockwaves of pleasure down my spine. My hands found the soft curves of her back, caressing the velvet that still remained on her. I groaned. My control was slipping. She pulled away, looking at me with lust. I followed her to the bed.

This woman had me unraveled, my heart racing, my mind clouded by the sheer intensity of my longing for her.

She pushed down my briefs and a moment later we were both nude. I watched as she climbed onto the bed and patted the mattress in open invitation.

I happily complied with her demands. I pushed her onto her back, my mouth going to her breasts. I had been thinking about sucking on them since I saw her on that runway.

Her moans echoed throughout the room. Her skin was on fire, her body writhing beneath mine with each touch. I alternated between each peak with her fingers threading through my hair as she arched her back, grinding against me.

My hands never stayed in one place too long. They trekked down to her hips, tracing their lines before descending further still. A gasp slipped from her lips as I explored the intimate parts of her body with fervent desire.

Out of nowhere, she practically threw me onto my back. Her hand wrapped around my dick, tugging as she squeezed. “I think it’s my turn.”

She kissed down my chest. I knew where she was going but I was not ready.

“Easy,” I groaned.

Her eyes met mine, gleaming with mischief and promise. Her lips formed into a small smile as she made her descent, her hand never letting go of my length. Every touch was deliberate, every movement intentional. There was no give.

Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. My body jerked at the contact.

“Ssh,” she whispered, her voice a silky purr against my skin. “Trust me.”

I did trust her implicitly. The potency of her touch was making me crazy. She continued her languid exploration, her mouth moving with painstaking deliberation. It was deliciously sweet torture. My hand closed around her hair and jerked.

She continued to love me with her mouth, taking me close to the brink. I grabbed her arms and pulled her away with my cock throbbing. I hopped off the bed and reached for the bag on the floor. I had bought a box of condoms earlier and boy was I glad I did.

I tore open the package with my teeth and quickly rolled it on. I was back on the bed in an instant, pulling her toward me. My hands pulled her legs open, staring at the sweet center and nearly exploding right then. I slid the back of my hand over her slit, causing her to jerk.

“Please,” she murmured.

I ran my finger over her wet folds and pushed a finger inside her, making her gasp at the sudden intrusion. I pumped it in and out slowly, the tightness of her walls making my fingers tremble. I pushed a second finger inside her, watching her. Her lips were parted, and her eyes closed. I brought her to her first orgasm. I watched as she moaned and writhed under me. I was going to give her another orgasm, maybe two more. I wanted her screaming my name.

“Knox,” she murmured. “Please.”

I moved over her body, positioning myself above her. “Yes?” I asked.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yes.”

I aligned myself at her entrance and pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of her warmth enveloping me. A guttural moan escaped my lips as I moved further in. She was wet and hot and so incredibly tight around me.

I stilled for a moment. Taking a moment to regain self-control. There was a need to just go buck wild and fuck her like I’d been dying to for days.

But I didn’t. Not yet. The blistering need was tempered by a desire to make this last. I wanted to savor every moment. Slow and deep, feeling every inch of her, I thrust into her again. Her body met mine.

“Knox,” she whispered again. Her nails dug into my back, pulling me closer to her. The air around us felt charged, the tension palpable. This moment had been coming for a long time.

Her eyes were closed but the look on her face was one of pure ecstasy. Encouraged, my movements became more demanding. Our bodies rocked in perfect unison. The sound of our breaths mingled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

“Say my name,” I ordered her. I couldn’t explain why I needed to hear my name on her lips. It got me off.

I felt the tightening of her body around mine and knew she was close again. I angled my hips to hit that sweet spot inside her. Her body quaked under me, and she shouted my name as she came undone. The clenching of her inner walls coaxed an explosive orgasm from me. My body trembled as I released into the condom. Her nails scratched at my back as she came apart in my arms.

Finally, with shuddering breaths and sweaty bodies, we collapsed into each other’s arms. We were a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.

“Wow,” she murmured against my chest.