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The intensity of his gaze nearly strikes me down. I swear, the only thing keeping me from folding is the feel of his skin on mine. The possibility that it might become more, like the feel of his mouth on mine.
The hope of it flickers in my chest, causing goosebumps to break out on both my arms. His face is so close that all it’ll take is for me to tilt my head, push up on my toes…
“We shouldn’t,” he whispers, his breath warm on my lips, a slight smile playing on his own.
“That’s my line,” I reply, allowing myself the pleasure of grazing my mouth against his. The touch is barely there but it sends a jolt of electricity coursing through me.
Edward chuckles softly. “Beat you to it,” and then he kisses me.
16
Edward
Ienvelope Cara in my arms, relishing the feel of her. The taste of her. It’s the one I’ve been missing. Although I would never readily admit that to Zach and the others. Hell, I didn’t want to admit it to myself a few short hours ago.
But my childish identity crisis is forgotten as she melts into me, a soft moan fluttering out of her and into my mouth in a hot, needy breath. She feels the same way, I can feel it. Late for hair and make-up but I know by the way her tongue delves into me that there will be no rushing off at this moment in time.
I have her. At least until we’ve both achieved a release for all this pent up desire we’ve been carrying around. Mine takes over me in parts, first the warmth on the back of my neck as she runs her fingers through my hair, pressing my face harder against hers. I deepen the kiss, my arousal coiling tightly in my belly, snaking down to my crotch where it spreads, throbbing.
“I want you so badly,” I groan, sinking into the instant response my body has for her.
I wasn’t broken before, with Nicole. It was just the wrong woman in my arms.
Cara pulls away from me slightly, her hands falling to clasp around my neck. I love the feel of her this close to me, the heat from her body radiating through me.
“I want you to show me,” her eyes, the clearest blue I’ve ever seen, pour into mine. “Show me how much you want me, Edward.”
It’s like my entire body aches with the need to do just that. I scoop Cara up into my arms and go over to the sofa, where I sit down, leading her to stand between my legs. She’s wearing a flimsy cotton summer dress and it’s all I can do to keep from tearing it off her. Instead, I let my hands glide up her thighs with the gentlest of touches. Cup her ass and pull her closer.
She gives a surprised gasp at the sudden movement, but the moment I press my lips to her stomach she softens again. Her fingers find their way back into my hair and Cara moans against the heated trail my mouth leaves. My own hands are on the move, and I look up to meet her hooded gaze when with one of them, I pull her underwear aside.
She licks her lips. Rocks her hips against my hand. Against the promise of what’s to come. I leave her that way for a bit, reveling in the effect my touch has on her. Happy to know this dance we do isn’t one-sided.
Even through the cover of her dress, I catch the heady aroma of her unique scent and my mouth begins to water. It’s been too long. I’m ready to consume every last inch of her. I want all of it. Everything she has to give.
I slide one finger between her folds and close my eyes to the silky wetness I find there. Cara moans loudly, pressing herself up against the pressure I’m applying. Slow. Deliberate. Up and down the length of her. Warm, supple, she submits to my caress with another moan, under her breath, long and drawn out.
“Please.”
I barely hear the plea, but it becomes clear when she places her hand over mine and pushes back. Deeper. Not letting go even after my finger has slipped inside her pulsating core. My lungs squeeze out a rush of air as her walls clench around me, sucking me in some more. Cara bites down on her lip to keep from crying out and throws her head back, body tense. Quivering.
“Is this what you want?” I add another finger and plunge both into her, pumping steadily. “Is this it?”
Her hands leave my head, skimming her abdomen to land on her breasts. She massages them purposely and takes to swaying her hips in rhythm to my insistent ministrations. The sight from down here is such a turn-on. Seeing her this aroused when I haven’t really done anything yet.
My hard cock strains painfully in my pants as a renewed surge of arousal floods my crotch. Throbbing with my need for her, it becomes achingly clear that I don’t have much time to play around. Cara’s schedule be damned, it’s the ticking clock of my fast unraveling desire that urges me on.
She gives a small, disappointed whimper at the loss of my fingers as I pull out of her. But that doesn’t last long when she realizes why it’s happened. Stray wisps of blonde frame her face as she looks at me, breath coming in short, rapid fire.
I hold her gaze as I undo my pants and when I slip my hand into my boxers to free my cock, Cara’s eyes drop to take in the sight. Her pupils double in size once I expose myself fully and she sucks in a breath.
“That’s what I want,” she says, a small smile curling her lips.
Leaning back on the sofa, I’m still keeping eye contact, cock in my hand. “Come here, then.”
There’s no hesitation. Cara hikes up her dress and straddles me, placing a hand on either side of my head for support. I can feel the warmth from her pussy hovering just above my shaft, a silent but sultry invitation I can’t ignore.
Pushing her underwear aside once again, I slip the head of my cock inside her at the same time that I lunge forward to capture her mouth. Wanting. Ravenous. I swallow her fluttering moans as Cara finishes the job, lowering herself the rest of the way. Taking me in.
