Page 43 of A Little Taste


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Orgasm swirls through my bloodstream, and I reach for the button of his jeans. “I don’t want you to leave.”

He digs in his back pocket, removing his wallet. “It’s a bad idea.”

“The worst.” I press my nose against the thin cotton of his shirt, inhaling his luscious scent as I push his jeans lower on his hips.

“So many reasons we shouldn’t.” A tear of foil meets my ears, and I’m so relieved he has a condom.

“So many.” I turn to face the wall, ripping my wet thong down my legs.

“Fuck, Britt.” He leans forward, and I feel his erection, long and heavy against my ass. “You’re fucking perfect.”

One large hand slides inside the front of my dress, squeezing and caressing my breast. The other fumbles between my legs, to my drenched core. I can’t believe this is happening. My eyes squeeze shut, and in one powerful thrust, he’s inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as he groans the same deeply beside my ear.

He starts to move, and my mind blanks. I’m rising on my toes with every gentle thrust, with every murmured swear as he takes his time, allowing my body to stretch to his size. I’ve never been so full. I’ve never been so on edge, my entire body electric.

He picks up speed, going deeper, and my orgasm simmers in my veins. His hand swiftly massages my clit, and I exhale a sharp whimper.

His lips press behind my ear. “You like that?”

Another fast thrust, and I’m on my tiptoes.

“Yes,” I gasp, bending my knees to open my legs wider.

A harder thrust, and he’s fucking me off my feet.

His hot voice is in my ear. “You’re so wet for me. Do you want to come again?”

“Yes…” I’m begging for it now.

I just came in the most spectacular way, but his persistent strokes, his fat cock, his firm thrusts and dirty words have me at the breaking point.

“Say it.” It’s a low order.

“Make me come again.”

“Sayplease.”

“Please,” I gasp, my fingers curling against the wall.

He groans, picking up speed, his fingers never leaving my clit. Little explosions of pleasure flood my core with every thrust, and my thighs are slick. The orgasm twists tighter, lifting me higher, so high, until I break again, with even more intensity than before.

My back arches, and my jaw drops as a feral sound leaves my body. The muscles in my legs shake violently, and he holds me, giving me two more hard thrusts before coming, pulsing deep with a series of punctuated groans and swears.

Our bodies are flush, and I can feel him tremble. I can feel his heart beating as hard as mine against my back. I’m completely wrapped in his strong arms, unable to move if I wanted.

I don’t want to move. I never want to move again. I wonder if it’s possible to stay this way, wrapped in the cocoon of his body forever. I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven, or if this isn’t heaven, it ought to be.

His arms relax, and he reaches down to dispose of the condom in the silver trash can beside the door. My breath slowly returns to normal, but he pulls me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

I’m surrounded by his scent and his strength, and when he speaks, he presses his lips to the top of my head. “I’d like to stay with you tonight, but I have to get home to Owen.”

“I know.” My hands are bent between our bodies, my palms flat against his chest.

Sliding them higher, I place my fingers on the sides of his neck, loving the feel of his strong arms around me as I come down from a place I’ve never been in my life.

“Come on.” He takes my hand, leading me up the stairs to my door.

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