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I close my eyes and nod my head, yes, thanking myself that I was able to throw away the hot dog wrapper and can of Coke before entering the elevator.
He moves forward in a rush, lifting me. My legs wrap around his waist, and he walks me to the huge window overlooking the city below. My back feels the smooth glass, and my ass feels the cold surface underneath. His lips caress mine softly, taking the time to feel our lips making contact. The firmness of his to the hint of lipstick still left on mine.
Oh, God. Please forgive me. I’m wet everywhere. I want him to touch me everywhere. I have felt so lonely. The memory of him kissing me the first time floods my thoughts and the way he is brushing his lips over mine as I melt into his arms reminds me of the first time in the bed all those years ago. Our first real kiss.
I whimper when he slides his tongue inside my mouth. His hands are spread wide on my outer thighs, holding me to him. He slides them higher, and the hem of my dress slides up to my waist, leaving the thin lace of my thong as the only barrier between the hard ridge of his cock stretching his pants and the lips of my pussy.
My hands slide into his hair, and he deepens the kiss. Our tongues seek and search, memorizing the taste of our mouths as they are fused together. The way our lips move over each other’s, releasing and fusing together, sends a jolt of electricity through my body down to my core. Kalum rubs the top of his erection through his pants over my slit and I answer him by rubbing myself shamelessly over the ridge of his cock.
“Kalum,” I say breathlessly.
“Yes, baby.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
“Please.”
He carries me to his bedroom and lays me on his bed. I want him. I want to know what it would have been like to be with him. He was almost my first everything and I know deep down I was in love with Kalum. If he would have uttered one word that told me he wanted me, I would have given my heart and soul to him on a platter.
My legs are wrapped around his waist. He looks down at my black lace panties and slides his fingers into the sides by my hips and pulls them down my thighs over my heels. He slides his hand under me and slides the zipper down of the black minidress releasing the fabric from my chest down my arms.
When he peels it down my legs, I’m left in nothing but my heels. He raises himself on his elbows and lowers his gaze down my body, lingering between my open thighs, making a wet spot on his white sheets.
“Beautiful,” he whispers.
My heart soars at his praise. He didn’t say I was pretty but beautiful. He lowers his head between my thighs and slides his tongue from the bottom of my slit over my clit, trailing his way with his tongue on my torso until he sucks each nipple inside his mouth.
The sensation of how savage it feels to have him lick me like I was candy makes me whimper.
“Oh, God,” I breathe.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Aura?” he whispers.
He kisses his way up my neck until he reaches my mouth in a scorching kiss. My legs are over his hips with my heels still on and it’s so erotic to have him fully clothed and I’m naked in just my heels.
His arms are straining against the fabric of his dress shirt. I reach out and rip his shirt open. The buttons of his dress shirt scatter like tiny beads, hitting the pristine marble on the floor. The windows of his bedroom are open and anyone in the building across can see us. I turn my head and look over. He follows the path of my gaze and reaches to grab a remote on his bed. He presses a button on the screen of a high-tech remote and the glass tints, and then “Dusk Till Dawn” by ZAYN begins to play.
“They can’t see,” he whispers. “I’m going to make you mine. All mine. Everyone will know and everyone will see how much you belong to me.”
The room charges at the sound of his words. My heart beats like a drum. Like a mantra before a ritual. You can feel the meaning behind his words. The meaning is pure. Plain as day. Only one word can describe what is taking place in this very room. Possession.
He removes his shirt, and my hands slide over every inch of his hot skin down to the rippling of his ab muscles. The ink of his tattoos on his skin under my fingers where new ink mixes with the old. I lean forward and place small kisses on his chest up and up his neck, breathing him in. Loving the scent of him.
He slides his pants off with his boxers and fists his cock. I look down and his cock is big with angry veins. He brushes the tip over my clit, and I moan at the contact. I’m so wet with my arousal that you can hear wet noises when he rubs himself over me.
The sight of him, his beautiful body hovering over mine, and his brows pinching in concentration. He is holding himself back as his arms shake.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re like a fantasy come true.”
My heart soars with his words. His breaths come out faster with each stroke of his cock over my slit. I arch my back, seeking more. I want him inside me. I crave it.
I say his name on a plea. “Kalum, please.”
He chuckles. “Patience. You have to know I have wanted you like this for a very, very long time.”
After the last word leaves his lips, he slides the thick head of his cock inside me, and a hiss escapes his lips. The feeling of him stretching me inch by inch has a moan escaping my lips as he fills me. I feel so full as his thick cock stretches me.
