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Way too far apart, on the opposite sides of a line that could kill.
I rose to my knees and leaned over her to fumble in the nightstand drawer. I expected her to make a joke about saving the condoms from the trash as she had a few times now, but she only remained still beneath me, expectant. Waiting for me to sheath my cock with that layer of latex that couldn’t block the sensation of her scorching me straight through to the bone.
She rose up on her knees too as I went to work on the buttons of her shirt. My shirt. Fuck, I got off on seeing her like this. Wearing me, tasting like me, smelling like me.
Opening up to me in every way.
Halfway down the line of buttons, I pushed the shirt off her shoulders. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Her skin was like candy to me. I nuzzled and kissed and lapped at her, tasting the drops of perspiration mixed with the water left behind from her shower. Her erotic scent filled my head as I thumbed aside the strap of her bra. These kisses I was giving her would leave marks. I wanted them to.
I filled my hands with her breasts, tugging the nipples free of their contraption, swallowing hard at the way they peeked over the edge of red lace. I bent and took first one then the other between my teeth, giving her that pinch of pain that always made her go crazy. I didn’t stop until her nipples were as red as the bra and as tight as the hot clasp that had surrounded me a few moments ago.
Too long. I had to get inside her again, this time with my cock.
“In me,” she breathed, and I couldn’t wait.
I grabbed the pillows behind her and shoved them under her ass, pushing her backward on her knees until I could plunge into her. Deep. Hard. Her mouth dropped open, and I closed it with mine as I pulled out and went for the second stroke. She panted every time I pulled out and sank back in, gripping her thighs and holding them wide open for my onslaught. Her rosy pink slit beckoned me, illuminated by the half dozen candles I’d set around the bed. I wanted her pussy redder. I wanted her soaked, swollen. Open to me in a way she’d never been to another, and never would be again once I was gone.
Reality tried to descend, but I fought it, surging into her harder, almost oblivious to the sounds of the bedframe hammering into the wall. She bowed her back, digging her nails into my sides. She’d leave welts behind, and I craved those marks too. I needed something permanent. The madness she created in me couldn’t blow in and out like a storm by morning. I wouldn’t let it.
I’d fuck her until we were both broken. Too spent to stand. Incapable of walking a
way.
She cried out at the frantic flick of my fingers over her clit. She pulsed under my touch, an erotic counterpoint to the throb of blood under my skin. The heat was drowning me. No matter how I struggled to break through it, to drive her up to the climax she’d been quivering on the edge of for so long now, I couldn’t get her there. Couldn’t get myself there either. My body refused to let go.
Just like hers.
A glance up at the skylight nudged me that much closer to the edge. The reflected image of our bodies wrapped together, my hips pumping, hers accepting. Her breasts bouncing as she arched her back, desperate to take every inch of me into her clenching grip. I grabbed her chin and tipped her head back, forcing her to see what I did. Us, in the glass. Shadowy and urgent. Fucking as if our lives depended on it.
That was the way we’d started, and the way we would end.
As she tightened up around me, letting me know she was almost there, I hauled in a breath and did the unthinkable—I pulled out.
“Gio,” she moaned, probably as shocked as I was that I was breaking up the action now of all times.
“In my mouth.” I dropped to my stomach in front of her. The pillows pushed up her ass and pussy, putting them on display. The perfect height for me to take a long, slow lick. “Come on my tongue.”
She moaned again, and I didn’t know for sure if it was from frustration or urgency. But she wove her fingers through my damp hair, pulling me against her, wordlessly begging for what I was more than happy to give.
I rolled her engorged clit under my thumb and slid my tongue inside her, scooping up her wetness again and again. She rocked her hips against me, her legs jerking futilely against the sheets on either side of my shoulders. I nipped her swollen folds and let her taste saturate my senses, making me as mad for her as she was for me.
On the verge myself, I reached down to grip my throbbing cock in one hand while I teased her with the other, prolonging our mutual torment. I wanted to know all of her. Claim each and every inch.
She flexed against me and her nails pressed into the back of my neck. My name leaving her lips on a harsh pant of breath was the only warning I got that she was coming. Under me, around me, against me, her body went wild. I dragged her closer, savoring her taste, and continued licking long after her shudders had abated to the occasional tremor.
Then I rose between her legs and with a shaking hand, guided my aching dick back into her drenched slit.
“More.”
She nodded, already giving in to my demand. She arched her back and dragged her nails down my forearm, offering those sharp slices of pain that always drove me higher. And as I stroked into her, hard and fast, she used her free hand to play with her nipples, still trapped by the bra, giving me a show that was mine and mine alone.
Right now, I could pretend I would never have to give her up. This gorgeous body and giving heart and beautiful soul belonged only to me.
“Just for me,” I murmured, and she twisted one tight peak, whimpering as I bumped her sensitive clit with the base of my dick. “Tell me this is all just for me.”
“For you. Yours.” She moaned. “God, you fill me up.”
She filled me too, in ways I didn’t have words for. Leaning forward, I loomed over her until the dagger on my rosary dangled over her exposed nipples, making her pupils widen in fear or arousal or some combination of both. My hands clenched on her spread thighs and I wedged them farther apart, surging to the depths of her then taking a slow, dragging trip back. I was so close to coming that my painful balls slapped her ass with each pass, but if I came, this would be over. And these moments of connection where she stared up at me as I opened her more and more, demanding she take all of me, offered a completion beyond the physical.
