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Fifteen
Zoe
Hands under my ass, gripping me, squeezing me more than he needs to, I instinctively wrap my legs around Bry so I don’t fall.
He swings me away from the counter and carries me across my small living room. Kicking open the first door he comes to, he carries me in a few steps, stops, and curses.
I manage to peel my eyes open to see he’s swept me into my cramped bathroom.
“It’s the next door to the left,” I smirk up at him.
His eyes gleam down at me, shining with a mixture of humor and lust.
“That’s good to know,” he grunts, swings me around, and stomps out of the room.
He gets the next door right. Kicking it in, he pauses for a moment, taking in my bedroom. Then he sweeps me quickly towards my bed.
Stopping suddenly, he hesitates, his hands squeezing me like he doesn’t want to let me go.
My thighs tighten around his waist and I feel the same unwillingness to part from him. I could spend the rest of my life like this. Completely wrapped around him. Forever glued to him.
Heart to heart. Hip to hip.
Part of me wishes he would just push me up against the wall again so we can stay connected.
Finally, he slowly lowers me down, treating me as if I’m something fragile, something that could easily be broken, until he has me perched on the edge of my bed and he’s practically kneeling on the floor.
“Fuck,” he groans as his gaze scorches over me. “I’ve never hated clothes so much in my fucking life.”
He kisses me before I can reply. His hands grabbing at my face to hold me in place as the force of his kiss threatens to send me tumbling back.
His lips and tongue worship me until my blood is buzzing with his reverence. Every pull, every suck, seems to narrow my perception of the world down until there’s only the two of us.
Our clothes come off, piece by piece, and it almost seems like it takes forever, yet everything also seems to be happening so fast.
Drunk on his taste, on his touch, on his scent, time keeps speeding up and slowing down until I find myself flat on my back, spread out beneath him.
“Look at you,” he rasps, leaning over me. His eyes roam lovingly over my body. “So fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect.”
Beneath his gaze, beneath his appreciation, I don’t feel an ounce of self-consciousness. I’m not worried about how thick my thighs are, or the softness of my stomach. In this moment, in his eyes, I feel like the most beautiful woman to ever exist
His hands eagerly grab at my bra, the only thing left on my body, and he rumbles, “Fuck,” as he works it off. “I need to see these gorgeous tits. I didn’t get to see them last night.”
I’m all too aware of the blood pumping in my veins as his eyes drink me up. It’s crazy, but it feels like every breath I exhale he’s sucking in.
The cups of my bra fall away and his eyes blaze with dark fire, his body stiffening above me. All the muscles in his hard frame tighten with tension.
For a moment, I can’t tell if he’s going to eat me or fuck me, and honestly, at this point I don’t really care.
I’ll take him however I can get him.
His smooth palms drop to my breasts, giving me a hard squeeze, and then he lets out a tortured groan. “Dammit. I really wanted to take it slow…”
His hands work me, molding me in his hands, and my spine bows.
Dropping his dark head, his mouth finds and sucks hungrily at my nipple.
“Shit… Bry…” I moan in surprise as liquid heat floods my core.
I can’t stop from sliding my legs together, hating that he’s somehow hovering above me, his hips and cock so far away, as his tongue laps and his warm mouth pulls and pulls.
With his eyes closed, from the look on his face you’d think he was drinking from a fountain of ambrosia. So much pleasure and sheer enjoyment passes over his features, it takes my breath away. Just watching him enjoying me takes my need for him to a whole other level.
As if he can sense it, just as the pressure expanding in my core reaches the bursting point, he breaks away.
Eyes rolling up to regard me, he groans, “I want to taste every part of your body, but I’m dying, baby. I need to be inside of you now.”
My legs spread eagerly for him, welcoming him, and he slides up, settling his weight between my thighs.
My brain is still struggling against the onslaught of sensations and emotions rolling through me. So much so, that as he poises himself at my entrance, his hard cock prepared to spear me and breach the last of my defenses, I almost forget to rectify what we forgot to do last night.
