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“You look…”
“Sexy,” I finish again, and he laughs softly.
“Yes, you are. So freaking sexy,” he confirms, catching another glance of my blood red, skin-tight jumpsuit. I would have never worn an outfit like this one if Topper hadn’t forced me into it. I like sweet, elegant dresses, and most of the time, they are a soft pink, white or some other pastel colour.
But this screams sex goddess with an agenda, and I love it. It’s an outfit that makes me push back my shoulders and raise my head a bit higher. Chester’s reaction was just what I was aiming for. I want him to desire me as much as I do him.
His eyes don’t leave mine, and a wicked smile grows on his lips. With slow, predatory steps, he closes the distance between us. My heart starts to beat quicker, and a tingle buzzes over me. My own gaze doesn’t wander from Chester, whose eyes narrow before he wets his lips.
I grab the ring my mother gave me and fumble with it to control my nerves. I’m breathless when Chester reaches me, and he pushes his large chest against mine. It’s automatic when I drop my hand on his heart.
My eyes snap to his, and I read them perfectly: hunger and desire. Chester’s gaze drops to my lips, and I’m scared my heart is going to beat out of my chest. I wet my lips with my tongue, and my legs start to shake from need.
“I’ve wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you. I’ve never wanted anyone this much,” Chester confesses, and I lean in closer.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I whisper, and I press my lips against his, but I don’t move them. I hear the intake of his breath. If he won’t kiss me now, I fear I’ll burst.
“I’m going to be doing more than kissing you,” he mumbles against my lips, and I hope he’ll keep his promise. I want him so freaking much, it scares me. I want to feel his hands all over my body. I want his cock buried deep inside me. I want to feel Chester everywhere.
Suddenly, he puts his hand on the small of my back, and a moment later, he crashes his lips against mine. He kisses me hard and quick, like it’s the last time he can. It leaves me chasing for air, but I can’t stop matching his speed. I’ll show him that I’m not holding back. I’m all in for these last few weeks.
It’s sloppy but hot nonetheless. It feeds my adrenaline; I’m the addict here chasing a high I so desperately need.
A shiver runs over my spine when his hand lowers to grab my bottom. He pushes me against the growing bulge in his trousers, and I can’t keep the moan from deep inside my throat from slipping out.
Chester’s cock is thick and large in my small hand when I reach between us to cup his arousal. I massage it hard.
“Fuck,” he mumbles before his head drops to my chest. His tongue runs over my skin, wetting it, and his teeth scrape over a sensitive spot, making me bite my lip. I move my hand against his cock, feeling it harden further under my touch. Chester sucks my skin into his mouth, and this time, I’m the one throwing my head back from the feeling.
Tingles run straight to my groin, and I already feel my thong growing wet. This is what I imagined. Him devouring me in front of his door. I dreamt of being that woman, but this feels different. It’s fuelled with an undercurrent of deep feelings of longing and love.
It’s primal, uncoordinated, and so freaking hot. It’s Chester who makes it memorable for my beating heart, gluing part of mine to his, melding the pieces until they’re one.
He turns me around, and with both hands on my back to stabilise me, Chester moves me to his door. With a hard push, I’m smashed against it. It knocks the air out of me, and his dark, hungry eyes take in mine. I smile his way before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling his head back to mine, so I can kiss him again.
His lips move against mine, and his tongue fills my mouth.
I press my legs together, feeling my sex scream for friction, for his touch, and when I hear him fumble with his key, my stomach flutters with anticipation. With a single click, Chester opens the door.
I walk in backwards, with my eyes fixed on his. I beckon him over with one finger. This time I’m the seductress, persuading my neighbour to ravish me.
Suddenly, he reaches forward and grabs me around the waist. With a strong pull, I’m plastered against his muscled chest. His heavy breathing hits my cheek, and I slowly lean in to kiss his lips. He groans before he grabs my hair, holding my head right where he wants it, so he can devour me.
A fire burns deep inside me when he starts kissing me again. I’m left trembling on unsteady legs. My desire is pooling in my panties, and I rub my legs together for some kind of relief.
I want him to tear off my clothes, and it’s as if he can read my mind because Chester’s hand falls to the zipper at the back of my jumpsuit. With precision, he unzips me, his hands moving to my shoulders. He lets them run over my arm, dragging the fabric down with his movements. I stand in front of him in nothing but black lace lingerie that leaves little to the imagination, and I feel freaking gorgeous when his eyes devour me.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps from the sudden cold, and when Chester’s eyes look down my body, a slight gap is between his lips. I hear him breathe in deeply before he drops to his knees.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, and it’s my sex responding to his actions. It pulses, and I imagine his fingers touching it softly. I look down before grabbing his dark blond hair.
My eyes close when his lips kiss my stomach. With his hands on my thighs, he pushes me backwards until my bottom touches a table that has a large antique mirror behind it.
I sit down on it, feeling the coldness run over my body, making it even more sensitive. My eyes fall on Chester, and I truly can’t believe what is happening. I can’t deny my heart’s desire. It yells for Chester. It beats for him, and I want this to happen so badly, never regretting taking the plunge. I would have dreamt about what could have been and how it would have felt, if I didn’t let myself enjoy this with him.
He grabs my heel and raises it to his lips. He kisses my ankle, and a spike of pleasure shoots directly to my groin. He creates a path of kisses over my leg, moving ever so slowly to my knee. He continues to nip softly, and I breathe out deeply, sinking in a blaze.
His hands knead my thighs, and I drop my head against the mirror, closing my eyes when he reaches the waistband of my panties. His fingers slip around the strings before he pulls them slowly down my legs. The cold air on my pussy makes it start to pulse.
