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Red warning flags wave like crazy in my head, but what am I supposed to do? I don’t have a choice but to go with it like he says. Before long, I can almost imagine I’m not a bad dancer myself. The deeper I sink into the music, the easier it is to let go of my inhibitions and let my body flow the way he does with his. Once I stop thinking and analyzing everything, it’s possible to simply respond to the rhythm and to how shockingly hot it is for us to be this close, moving in sync like we are. He leans in until our cheeks touch, his breath hot on my neck and shoulder. So why do I shiver if all he’s doing is heating me?
Dear Lord, am I in trouble.
So much trouble, in fact, that when he suggests getting another drink, I agree without thinking about it. Wasn’t I just telling myself I had to be careful? What am I trying to do, sabotage myself?
The fact is, even in my slightly buzzed and extremely horny state, I still understand I just want to have fun. For a little while, all I want is to pretend this is normal. We’re just two people who have a crazy kind of chemistry, enjoying each other, flirting a little, standing way too close to each other as we sip our drinks. His hand grazes my back before dipping a little lower and sweeping over the curve of my ass. My legs just about buckle while wetness pools in my panties. He could touch my pussy once right now, and I’d probably burst into flames.
And I think he knows that since he caresses my ass again. “It was made for you,” he informs me in a low growl, making me shiver while my nipples harden almost painfully. “But it would look better on my bedroom floor.”
Yes, he knows he has me where he wants me. Just like he knows that once we get back to the house, there’s no way I could resist being pulled into his bedroom.
The fact is, I hardly try.
24
ENZO
Iwish I could go into this wholeheartedly. I wish I didn’t feel conflicted about pulling her into my room and ending the night the way it was always meant to end. Whether she knows it or not, this was the plan from the moment I announced we were going out. Will she ever put it together? I don’t know. In spite of everything she’s been through and everything I’m sure she’s seen from the world around her—the world we both inhabit—she still let me lead her into this. She offered not a single moment of hesitation.
Just like she’s not hesitating now when I take her in my arms, pressing my body to hers and grinding my growing cock against her. “All night, this is all I could think of doing,” I murmur before touching my lips to her throat. She sighs, and the sound goes right through me like a shock wave, so sudden and unexpected. My arms clench around her, and I have to stop myself from throwing her on the bed and ending this entire evening sooner than I’d planned.
I want her to want this, to want it with every ounce and every fiber of her being. I want her completely wrapped up in me, in the moment, in anticipation of what’s to come. I want her to lose herself in me.
I don’t want her to regret it. That’s the least I can do. I might have no choice but to seduce her tonight, but I can make sure she’s fully ready and fully with me.
And so I take my time rather than throwing her to the bed and fucking her senseless. I take a slow tour of her body, my hands sliding along her back, gently caressing the curve of her ass. She shudders slightly, gasping in surprise. Like she’s never felt this way before, and I doubt she has. Nothing I’ve shown her so far comes close to what she’s about to experience. What I’m going to make sure she experiences.
By the time I’ve finished touching her, she’s shaking, weak to the point where I’m almost holding her up. That’s the sign I’m looking for. The next step is slowly unzipping her dress, an inch at a time. My anticipation is growing just like hers is, my own zipper about ready to break from the strain of my eager, rigid cock. I allow my fingertips to glide over every bit of skin I expose as I work the zipper lower until, finally, it can’t go any farther, and I have the pleasure of peeling the dress away from her, of listening as her breath gets shorter and sharper. Much more of this, and she’ll collapse.
“Why don’t you sit down?” I whisper in her ear before running my tongue over the lobe and making her shudder and moan. Once the dress is in a puddle around her ankles, she steps out of it, leaving her in nothing more than lacy panties and a bra I remember buying for her at the store. At the time, I couldn’t have imagined how her generous breasts would fill the cups, almost spilling over, begging for me to bury my face between them. Or to slide my cock back and forth while she holds out her tongue to lick me.
Slow down. If I keep thinking along those lines, I’ll end up coming in my pants.
Instead of indulging myself in her lusciousness, I take a step back before I begin the process of removing my own clothes. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, and unless my eyes deceive me, she’s rubbing her thighs together. Is she aware of it? Or is her body merely fighting for a measure of relief?
I hold her gaze as I remove my jacket and lay it across the foot of the bed. Then I slowly work my shirt out from the waistband of my slacks and begin unbuttoning it—slowly, so slowly, teasing her, building her anticipation with every button I pop. She’s seen me naked before, but this is different, and I know it is. Because now she’s looking at me through the haze of lust. Now she’s anticipating my body on top of hers, against hers.
Finally, I remove the shirt and kick off my shoes before loosening my belt. She breaks eye contact in favor of staring down at the bulge so very obviously jutting its way out in front of me. Her interest only makes me move slower, even though it’s killing me. Let her wait. Let her imagine what my erect cock looks like and how I’ll wreck her with it once I’m inside her. I unbutton the waist, then unzip, allowing the pants to fall so only my boxers stand in the way.
She bites her lip when I run my palm over my covered length, her throat working when she swallows what’s pooling in her mouth. A mouth I can’t wait to fuck, to fill. There’s a wet spot on the front of my underwear by the time I take the waistband and lower them, springing free for her inspection. Her eyes widen, her nostrils flare, and I can smell her arousal in the air. That sweet, musky scent drawing me in as she drips with excitement. I’ve tasted her already, and I haven’t been able to forget her unique flavor, one which I now need to coat my tongue.
And so I step up in front of her and gently but firmly lower her to the bed until she is on her back, her feet on the floor. Her short, ragged breaths convey both her excitement and her nervousness. “Don’t worry,” I whisper, running my lips over her inner thighs until she squirms. “By the time I’m finished, you’ll be begging me to fuck you. But first, I want to make sure you’re ready.”
I pull away the panties blocking my view of her slick lips, gratified to find her sopping wet, her moisture having soaked into the lacy fabric. I hold it to my nose and inhale deeply, aware of the fact she’s watching. She sighs softly, sweetly, but there’s something under it I can’t ignore. Hunger. Need.
A need I’m going to happily fill. I take her feet and place them on my shoulders, then nudge her thighs farther apart until her knees fall to the sides and bare all of her to me.
“So pretty,” I whisper, running a thumb along her slit, watching in fascination as even more glistening juice drips from her. I catch it on my thumb, then raise it to my lips, sucking it clean. All that does is add fuel to the fire. It’s not enough. I doubt it ever will be.
But I tease her some more, and myself in the process, by trailing my tongue along the outside of her lips, in the incredibly smooth crease between them and her thighs. She bucks and writhes, moaning helplessly, gripping the sheets in both hands and twisting them. Her heels dig into my shoulders, and I welcome the pressure, knowing everything I do now will only pay off when she unravels around me. And all the while, I inhale her scent, allowing it to drive me wild just as I’m driving her wild.
And when I finally trace her shining slit with my tongue, her sharp gasp makes precum drip from my tip. She’s on fire, already close to exploding, but I ease my way into it, though it would be so easy to make her come until her eyes rolled back right this very moment. No. Instead, I lick her slowly, deliberately, drawing one moan after another from deep in her chest, seemingly from down in her toes. Animal grunts, sounds I’ve never heard from her before. Or from any woman, for that matter. And I haven’t yet dipped deeper, haven’t breached her lips to reach her shining, pink flesh.
When I do, she lifts her hips, using her feet on my shoulders as leverage, and begins riding my face. I wasn’t expecting this, and it’s so fucking hot that I have to take hold of myself and stroke slowly because, god, the anticipation is killing me. I’m so hard, it hurts, and my swollen balls are aching to be emptied.
To be emptied into her. A pang of regret lances through me, but I push it aside in favor of working her clit with the slightest, lightest feather touch.
It turns out there’s only so much I can control here. Her body is a wire already tightened to the point where it’s ready to snap. It takes nothing to push her over the edge, and she falls over with a soft scream while her pussy twitches in time with every rapid beat of her heart. And every pulse sends fresh juice my way. I catch every drop, savoring her as my own excitement grows.
