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It was so easy to smile as I fisted my hand in her curls and dragged her mouth to mine. “Mmm-hmm. Is it working?” I asked between kisses.
“I think so.” She kicked off her heels and hooked her leg around the backs of mine. “Get on your knees and use your mouth on me.” Her lips twitched. “Oops. On my pussy.”
“I think your dirty talk technique needs some work. And lots and lots of practice.”
“You know what? Never mind. Save that for later. I’m too horny right now to wait through the appetizer.” She leaned forward and went to work on my pants. She pulled my belt free of its loops and let it slap to the tile floor. Then she lowered the zipper and slid her hand into my boxers, closing her hand around my cock with a sound that bordered on triumph. “This is what I want in my pussy.” She lifted her head and met my gaze with a glint in her sunset blue eyes. “As hard as you can give it to me. Right now.”
If she’d come at me with both fists, she couldn’t have hit me harder than her words did. Delivered with those guileless eyes riveted on mine, they were a punch straight to the solar plexus.
I pushed her sweater off her shoulders and stripped her out of her dress and underwear as fast as possible. My hands weren’t steady, and I might’ve felt embarrassed at my lack of control if she hadn’t shivered too when she helped me shed my boots and the rest of my clothes. Then we were skin against skin, her bare breasts flush to my chest, and Christ, I groaned like she’d taken my cock into her mouth. Feeling her against me was the most erotic sensation I’d ever encountered.
Until she swung her lithe legs up on the counter and curled her toes over the edge. She spread her knees wide, giving me an intimate view of her glistening dusky pink flesh.
“Jesus,” I breathed as she traced a fingertip over her shaved smooth mound and dipped it inside, swirling it over her clit. I watched her, transfixed, leaning forward like a starving man when she offered me her hand. I gripped her wrist and feasted on her fingers, watching her all the while.
She was nothing but hungry eyes and quivering lips. Both sets of them.
I found a condom in my wallet, slicked it on. And entered her with a thrust that would’ve sent her head colliding into the wall if my hands hadn’t been there to cushion it.
“Fucking hell, yes,” I hissed.
The almost week without her had taken its toll, and I wasn’t sure if I’d last half a dozen strokes. Especially when I glanced down and glimpsed the sight of me soaked with her, sliding so deep into her swollen flesh. Watching her open up for me, her body giving way to the minute rocks of my hips.
Her breath stuttered over my forehead as she realized the object of my attention and glanced down herself, letting out a moan that ripped over my shredded nerve endings. It was dirty, indescribable. But it was also unspeakably beautiful, seeing how perfectly we linked up. How if I moved faster, she bowed into my strokes, taking them as if she’d been born for the single task of fucking me.
And when she clenched around me, telling me that she was close, I sped up in response, swiveling my hips until I hit that spot inside that made her kiss-swollen lips fall open on a silent moan. My hands roamed her hips, her back, her breasts as I angled up, rubbing her clit with my dick, wanting to touch every part of her inside and out.
Then it was too much, her fractured breaths, her stilted moans, the fluttering of her walls around my pulsing cock. I slammed into her, using her knees for leverage, bending my knees to hit her just right to send her soaring.
When she finally did, she cried out my name and dragged her nails down the back of her neck, holding my mouth to hers so that I could taste her whimpers as she came and came.
I wasn’t capable of holding out against her wild throb around me, any more than I could resist her begging pleas. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to shatter like she’d been shattered.
We were each other’s decimation and salvation, all rolled into one.
One more thrust deep and I gave up the fight. My balls drew tight, and the name that was a drumbeat in my head roared from my chest. Hers. Always hers. I kept pumping through it, desperate to make it last. I didn’t want the pleasure to fade. The connection. Because what was behind it was only dark, vast emptiness, just waiting to swallow me whole.
I couldn’t stop fucking her. Once I’d come, it wasn’t enough.
Not even close.
I scooped her up and turned her around, slapping her hands to the counter while I tied off the first condom and fumbled for another. She was sobbing, her forehead pressed to her arm, her body one shivering exposed nerve, and I couldn’t get the goddamn rubber on fast enough. Then somehow I was inside her again, my hips hammering hers, my mouth fastened to her shoulder while I fingered her frantically between her sticky thighs. My hand slid over my cock, driving it farther into the recesses of her. Nothing was deep enough.
She bucked against me, hurtling into another orgasm, and I was still working her, fingers and cock both, sweat dripping in my eyes as my pelvis battered her ass. She bowed to me, her back curving, her pussy trembling around me as I drove headfirst into the wall and exploded inside her, so deep that my skull pounded from the force of my orgasm. I was throbbing everywhere. Breathing too hard to hear her, too tuned to her to need breath.
Right now, she was my oxygen, my life. Everything I’d ever need, and nothing I could ever have.
I slid my arms around her waist and clutched her to my chest, letting her heartbeat lull mine into steadying. I brushed my hand over her hair and kissed the back of her neck. “I’m sorry. I lost all control.”
“Don’t apologize. That was…” She sighed and stood up fully, swaying. I caught her and pressed my face to her shoulder, inhaling our combined scents with a relief that bordered on madness. For this instant, she was still here in my arms. Whole, safe, perfect. “Perfect,” she echoed.
I pulled out of her with a grunt and took care of the condom. The moment I moved back to her, she curled against my chest. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“Oh, you did. In all the best ways.” She tipped back her head and showed me her starry eyes. They were like the night sky from the Ferris wheel, reflecting like jewels. “I want to make bread.”
“Okay.”
“Then I want to spoon with you until morning comes. I want you to hold me while I sleep.”
