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I can still feel the branding heat of our kiss in the elevator. That kiss, for a few beautiful moments, held my entire universe still. It swept me away on a tide I prayed would never break. And for once, my prayers are being answered. We’re picking up right where we left off.
And like a junkie, chasing the ecstasy I discovered from that first high, I need him to kiss me again more than I need my next breath. His hair brushes my forehead as he dips his head toward mine
“Can I kiss you?” He murmurs just before our lips touch. My heart constricts at how fucking perfect everything is.
"You don’t have to ask," I murmur, my lips already tingling in anticipation.
"Oh, but I love hearing you say yes.” His voice is like honey over gravel, rough and sweet.
And the wall came tumbling down.
I nestle closer to him, erasing any space between us and start to say, “Yes, plea-”
His mouth crashes down on mine, cutting me off and taking what he wants. All of the sweetness from yesterday is gone. He doesn’t coax me to open my mouth. His fingers grip my chin hard and when I gasp, his tongue invades my mouth. It’s a hot, messy kiss. Our tongues don’t dance, they spar.
When he’s sucked nearly every ounce of air from my lungs, he nips my bottom lip before his lips begin their search for more of me to devour. He peppers my throat and shoulders with kisses, nips my earlobes, licks the shell of my ear.
"I’ve been fucking praying that I’d get to taste this skin." He says between touches.
"You have?” My words are slurred, I’m drunk on his touch and my head falls backward, offering him more of my neck.
"God, yes,” he groans into my throat. “I’ve fucked my fist every night since the plane and pretended it was your hand on me again. " His teeth scrape the underside of my jaw. His tongue caresses my pulse point. My pussy clenches.
"What else do you think about?" I’m breathless with greed for the details. My hands knead the muscles in his shoulders and tug at his shirt. I want to taste his skin, too.
"I’d rather show you than tell you." He licks my collarbone sucking on the edge where it meets my shoulder.
"Yes, please,” I moan. His kisses travel down the slope of my breast and my nipples start to tingle, greedy and ready for what’s coming.
"My favorite fucking word." And then he sucks my nipple into his hot, hungry mouth and the spike of pleasure that shoots straight from my breast to my pussy is so strong, I feel like I could come from his suckling alone.
I can’t get close enough. I start trying to climb my way up his body. He cups my ass, grinding his hard cock into my lower stomach before he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he walk us back to the towel. My hands dive into his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine, desperate for it. I’m a tempest created by need and want.
He drops to his knees and lays me down on the towel. I sit up and reach for the buttons of my shirt, while he stands up to pull off his own clothes.
“Please hurry, I…” I pull the shirt over my head, taking my bra with it.
His eyes gleam, almost glittering with desire and then he’s moving forward. I scramble to my knees and our bodies meet, bare chest to bare chest, both of us out of breath, our hands roaming each other’s bodies feverishly. "You're going to be the end of me." He breathes across my mouth. He presses kisses to my cheeks, up the side of my face and into my hair.
"Mmmm," I lick my lips and let my hand trip up his back and my fingers luxuriate in the soft swirl of curls at the nape of his neck.
"Baby..." He groans and sucks my lower lip, grazes a kiss on the top one - before his lips settle on mine again. He’s feeding a hunger I didn’t even know existed until this very moment.
It is the reanimating of dreams and desires I’d buried a long time ago and never expected to encounter again.
His hands grasp either side of my neck, his thumbs resting on the dual pulse points in my throat just as our lips touch.
"I can feel your heart beating," he says, smiling against my mouth. His lips take mine again in an open, deep kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. And if it's the price I have to pay to feel this way, I'd be happy to never breathe again.
Stopping isn't possible. It would take an act of God to pry me from his arms.
His strong, warm hands travel down my shoulders and he unbuttons my shorts slowly. Pausing after the button as if he's asking me for permission to move to my zipper.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” The chant from my impatient mouth. His kiss becomes wilder, his hands seeking, and anticipation burns through me like a wildfire. It incinerates my inhibitions, my worries, my doubts. Leaving only passion, joy, and certainty behind.
The task of undressing threatens to pull our lips apart and his teeth grab my lips in a tenacious, desperate hold. I gasp into his mouth at the pain and his tongue darts out to soothe the sting of his bite. But I don’t want to be soothed. I want to be pushed, to be filled. I want to remember what it’s like to fuck and come because I’m with someone who sets my body on fire.
“Hurry. Please.” I implore. Pride, fear, dignity nothing next to this eruption of demand and need.
