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Jaime steps forward, and I pull her flush against me. Her lips are parted, her breath coming out in little pants against my face. I need a taste; one final taste before I cut the cord and let her go.
I press my lips against hers, my body filling with desire. Suddenly, the thought of never tasting these lips again, never kissing her goodnight or seeing her sleepy, morning smile, isn’t an option. It’s the worst possible scenario there is.
As my lips urge her mouth open, I slip my tongue inside of her sweet mouth. She tastes like whiskey and fire; or that could be me. Jaime moans, my dick responding the only way it knows how. I’m hard and hungry for her. Only her.
She grips the back of my t-shirt, and suddenly, I’m trapped between a drunk that is fueled by whiskey and an intoxication that is pure Jaime. Both leave my head swimming and warmth spreading through my blood stream.
There’s something soothing about her kisses, like a salve for my soul. They’re sensual. They’re potent. They’re invigorating. They’re all I can think about. Her lips are magical.
My cock is trying to burst through my jeans to get to her. I need to be inside of her like a need air. She’s my lifeline. Jaime rubs herself against the strain in my pants, and I’m lost. I’m adrift in a world where only she and I exist. Pulling her closer yet, I feel the swell of her tits smash against my chest, her nipples tight little pebbles within her bra. Even through layers of material, I can feel them. My mouth waters to lick and tease until she’s withering and begging for mercy.
“I need you to go home with me,” I tell her without removing my lips.
“I am going home with you. I’m your ride.”
“No, I need to be inside of you so bad. I need to feel your tight body wrap around my cock. It’s the best feeling in the whole world. I don’t want to feel that with anyone else ever again. Only. You.”
Jaime gasps before I can resume the kiss. Her eyes tear up, and I wonder how in the fuck I messed it up already. She’s only been here for a few minutes, and I’ve already made her cry.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Don’t cry, baby. It breaks my heart to see you about to cry. Ignore me. I’ve been drinking and I don’t know what I’m saying, and I -” I start, but stop when a small smile plays on her lips.
“No, they’re not bad tears. They’re the good ones.”
“Women are so damn confusing sometimes.”
“I know. How about we head back to your place?”
Grabbing my wallet, I pull the first plastic card I can find and throw it on the bar. The man who has served my employees and me all evening grabs it and swipes it through his machine. Without even looking at the total, I sign something that resembles my name and grab the card, jamming it back in wherever it will fit.
If I’m honest with myself, I’m staggering on my feet. Jaime wraps her arm around me, and I like to think that she’s trying to get close to me and not solely because she’s offering me additional support. Outside, Jaime leads me towards her car, opening the passenger door and helping me slide–uncoordinatedly, I might add–inside.
Jaime slips in the driver’s seat and starts the car. I watch, mesmerized by her beauty, as she drives towards my condo. The streetlights reflect off her hair, lighting up her eyes. “You’re stunning,” I tell her, praying that my words don’t come out of my mouth as jumbled as they seem in my head.
She looks over at me and gives me a sexy little grin. “You’re drunk.”
“True, but that still doesn’t mean what I said wasn’t true. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
Her throat seems to work hard at swallowing and her hands grip the steering wheel. I’m distracting her, I know, so I choose to keep my mouth shut until we’re back at my place. Then all bets are off.
When she pulls into my driveway and parks her car, I jump out. Well, it might have reflected a stumble. I’m around to her side of the car before she even has the door open. Jaime startles when I throw the door open. My eyes are wild as they consume her long, slender legs as she slides out of her car. Suddenly more sober than ever before, I grab her by the hips and lift. Automatically, Jaime wraps her legs around my waist.
“You shouldn’t do this,” she tells me breathlessly. But the look in her eyes confirms that she’s more on board with this plan than she’s letting on.
Without saying a word, I walk towards my front door. My strides are swift as I take the steps two at a time and stumble into the front door. Jaime gasps as her back hits the steel door, but then giggles uncontrollably.
“Are you alright?” I ask, concerned that in my haste to get her inside and naked that I’d hurt her.
“I’m fine. Are you alright?”
“I’ve never been better, baby,” I tell her just before I claim those lips once again.
The kiss is feral, hungry, possessive. Mine. But she owns me, as well. Jaime has every piece of me. Body, mind, and soul.
Somehow, I get the door open. I hear my keys hit the floor just as the door slams behind me. I move hurriedly, each step I take bringing me closer to my bedroom. Jaime breaks the kiss, but only to slide her wet, swollen lips down the column of my neck. I shudder against her, my arms tightening around her.
We fall atop my bed a tangled mess of limbs and fumbling hands. My desire for her consumes me like a wildfire, ripping at and devouring me with every breath of air I take. Zeroing in on her neck, I lick a burning path along her tender skin. Gasps of pleasure erupt from her mouth, fueling my need even further.
“I need you so fucking much,” I confess, running my large hand down the path I just licked, continuing down her side towards her hip.
