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He rakes his left hand through his hair. “Now you tell me.”
“Was there a better time?” I ask. “I want you. I’m…begging you, William.”
“You never begged.” He probably doesn’t mean for it to sound like a challenge. Can’t even remember the last time I said no to one.
“Pretty please, pleeease,” I whisper sweetly. “William. Be my first. Make love to me.”
Is that a frown, or a smirk I detect on his face? He lets out a deep tortured sigh, then altogether yields to me, pulling me close and claiming my mouth, hard, feverishly, with an unrestrained hunger that nearly blackens his celestial gaze and sends more pulsating heat between my legs. Not the way I imagined, but exactly the way I want him now.
William Biel, make me yours.
“Fuuuck,” he growls out, breaking the kiss just to pin my lips to his again. It’s far from gentle. William’s mouth takes over mine, drawing my lips apart, his tongue probing in deep as he grips my waist and guides me farther into the room. With only the moon’s ambient light through the shades, it’s almost dark in here, clean-smelling, luxurious. William sits at the foot of the bed, and slides one hand past my hip and around, to the back of my thigh. He pulls me into his lap so my chest is level with his, my legs straddling his big, strong thighs. I go boneless, a whimper escaping. His hard arousal eagerly flexes right between my thighs. He tilts my head back, kisses my throat, laves my mouth again. My whole body tremors with electric little drumbeats.
Holy…Wow.
I shackle his shoulders for support. “Does that mean, yes?” I dip my head down to breathe into his neck, into the stillness after our lips come apart.
“Marin,” he grumbles, and grasps the nape of my neck, his fingers curling into my hairline, stimulating the sensitive strands. He steals another kiss, his perfect lips blazing hot against mine. My back bows, my body reaching to be with his. I open my legs wider, sitting down on him harder. More. I want more.
Desire burns through me as I grind down against him, my hips swinging a slow arc over his sex, triggered by the feel of him growing more rigid with every craven circle, every breathless attempt to suck in air. Little earthquakes of yen rock through my core, damp, mindless heat pooling between my thighs, where I want, need his affection. I rub my pussy on him, winning a smirk. He growls out a coarse word. His hand skitters indolently from the back of my thigh, up over my ass, to the small of my back, fastening me to him, pressing me closer, possessing me.
My very thoughts become William’s words. “I’ll do more than make love to you, Marin, sweetie. I will make you mine, for good.”
“Oh my god, yes, William.” Holding the back of his head with both hands. “You’re mine, too.”
William
So what if I go to hell after this. Marin’s body is supple and warm and fits to me like my favorite boots. My fingers ache to stop from undressing her but my dick throbs harder, and triumphs. I’m not stopping. I’m not stopping any of this before we’ve had every fucking inch of each other.
I didn’t need to unbutton her shirt to know she has the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen in my life. Round, creamy pale mounds with tantalizing pink tips begging to be touched. “Good god, Marin,” I yearn, and lick my lips. She angles her head back letting me cradle two glorious handfuls. I bring them closer and lick circles around one nipple before sucking it into my mouth, nipping it gently between my teeth. Her sudden gasp and the tightening of her tip makes my blood pump faster. Marin works her hips again, mewling like a wildcat when I sweep my tongue over her chest, seeking the other nipple, ravishing her. “Fuck, yes. I love seeing you lose control.”
“It doesn’t happen…often,” she purrs.
“I know.”
Her hips cinch down on mine, tempting me too close to ending this too soon. She issues another sultry, delectable sound. I toss her over my shoulder onto the bed. She lands giggling, and stifles more giggles when I stand over her, frowning as I rake her amazing hourglass form all over again, from her mussed blonde braid down to her heels. I shove them off. They land with a thud, thud. Marin smiles, dulcetly, her eyes roving from mine to the hard, proud staff straining to poke through my jeans and get in her.
God. Goddamn. This woman will be the end of me. I level my gaze at pretty blue eyes while I reach for her skirt and tug it off. Her thong catches and slides down along with it, exposing her sweet, sweet rose with heart-rending, mouthwatering ease. I almost tumble. The sight of her thin slick folds and tight little nub drain every ounce of strength I had not to dive into her center and feast on her warm, syrupy flesh.
“Your turn,” Marin pouts.
“A pleasure.” I strip down to nothing, watching her tits heave up and down with each of her tattered breaths. When she wets her lips with her tongue I become completely unhinged for her, mentally and physically. At the foot of the bed, I press my lips to her feet, she giggles softly, and I pepper little kisses slowly up her legs, then up and down her smooth inner thighs, and finally, finally, that pretty pink cunt. I skate my tongue up along the tight, molten seam, savoring every nuanced flavor. Yeah, she’s just as sweet as I imagined she’d be. Sweeter.
“You have the most…succulent little pussy,” I praise her between licks.
Marin moans louder, her thighs trembling. Her response to me sets fire to whatever resolve I’d had to be patient, gentle, cautious with her.
On hands and knees I crawl over her perfect body, pausing to glide my tongue over her soft belly and waist, between her tits, wetly roving her bared throat. She drags her nails down my back as I find her mouth and make it mine too, our tongues diving and dancing together. I send down two fingers to pet her silken, slippery center, and Marin coos, her legs tightening around my hips and fusing our bodies closer.
“You’re sopping wet, baby.”
“Yes,” she pants, “all because of you.”
“Mmmm.” I rub the tip of my cock in slow circles against her honey. Marin writhes and wiggles beneath me, her eyes fluttering closed for a beat.
“Wow,” she whimpers, making me grin. “I want you so badly, William. I want you inside of me.” She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, and her blue eyes darken. Too encouraged, I dip the head inside and Marin winces, her mouth forming the shape of an O.
“Fuck. I’m sorry.”
