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Like ink, branding me every bit as much as the tattoo I’d gotten for her. For me too, as a reminder to never forget the world beyond work. To always keep my eyes on the sky.
But most of all, the moon and sun was the dichotomy of Ryan. That touch of wickedness inexorably enmeshed with sunshine.
She took me into her mouth, slicking her warm lips and tongue over my flesh in a deep, easy pass. Her gaze remained riveted on mine in an unbreakable connection as I started to breathe faster. I wasn’t aware of her nudging me toward the chair but then she was pushing me down, rising up against my legs to suck on me so deeply that my hands turned into fists in her hair. Cool fingertips stroked my sac while she led me to my destruction, and she dragged the taut tips of her breasts over my lap with every pull.
One more torment in a night of them.
I wanted to haul her back. Every time I tried, she withstood my efforts. I was panting now, half bent over her, but she wouldn’t stop, hollowing her cheeks with every suck. Her eyes glittered in the shadows, and her nails nicked my skin with an arousing warning.
“Do I need to tie you up?” She cocked a brow, inching back just enough to catch her breath. Her mouth was puffy from her ministrations, and her hair was wild from my hands.
I was so near to detonating that I couldn’t answer. She took my silence as a yes, yanking my belt free and shoving my shorts and boxers off faster than I could process. Fluidly, she wrapped the belt not around my wrists but around the base of my cock, constricting it until the intensity was just this side of pain.
I’d never been harder in my life. Even the air against my dick made my balls throb.
“Christ, really?” In a second, I was going to wheeze.
“If you want me to free you…”
“No. You can make me your sex slave forever.”
She had no clue how true that statement was. It was probably better for both of us that she didn’t.
She flipped back her hair and licked her lips to dive down for round two. The belt helped prolong the pleasure, nudging me to the precipice and keeping me there while she alternated licking my rigid shaft with taking it deep into her throat. I couldn’t keep my hands out of her hair and lifted my hips, crazed for her to take all of me.
She complied, again and again. Pushing me to the very limit.
Even her makeshift cock ring wasn’t enough to stave off my impending orgasm. And the temptress knew it, reaching up to loosen the belt just enough that even that minor assistance in holding back was gone.
“Come,” she whispered into the night.
I couldn’t resist her. Not now, not ever.
I groaned as she sealed her lips around my shaft one last time, helpless to keep from spurting into her mouth while she caressed me with her moonlit-soaked gaze.
She gave me mere moments to gulp in air. Then she rose to brace her hands on the arms of my chair and slipped her tongue between my lips, transferring my intimate taste. I reached for her, knotting my hands in her hair as I dragged her onto my lap, not even fully aware if I was hard yet. It felt like I’d barely even come, and it had been the best climax of my damn life.
My want for her had no bottom. There was just more.
She settled over me, grinding her wet slit against my cock. No problem with getting hard again. Not with her. I pushed two fingers into her and she threw back her head, releasing a sound that almost befit the moonlight silvering her from her cascading hair to the tight tips of her breasts to her swollen pussy, spreading open around my fingers.
We didn’t speak, just kissed like the world was ending and her body was mine to use as I saw fit. Just as she’d done with mine.
I rubbed her clit until she was crying out, only stopping to grip her jaw with damp fingers. “Watch me.”
She watched, her gaze zeroed in on the sight of me thrusting into her body. Bare. Without anything between us but shadows and desperation.
The need spiraled higher and higher. I couldn’t temper my strokes into her, and she rode me with her knees jabbing into my hips as she anchored herself on my shoulders. Hair flying back, breasts bouncing, my name on her lips.
Mine.
I bit her nipple, nearly manic to see her covered with my marks. I rubbed my scruff against her delicate skin, knowing from her keening moans she enjoyed the extra sensation. And I fucked her like I would never fuck her again.
This was forever, contained in the span of one moment in the dark.
She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck as she stared into me, linking with me in a way that transcended anything I’d ever known. For a second, the sweet agony was almost unbearable. A flash of heat streaked over my shoulder as she drew back her hand, and then she touched her own lips.
The instant she removed her touch, the burn cooled. But the ache remained.
