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“Yes. But not tonight. Tonight I want to fuck you.”
God, she felt dizzy with lust, as if all her blood had sunk deep inside her where her pulse beat hard between her legs. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it on the floor, then set to work on his belt. As soon as she’d unzipped him, she wanted to tug his boxer briefs down and watch his cock rise free, but she made her greedy hands wait. She slid her hands around him and eased his pants down his hips. Then she slipped her fingers beneath his briefs and spread her fingers over the hard muscles of his ass.
“Please,” he rasped. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” she teased.
In response, he pulled her tight against his hips and pushed against her with a groan. “Touch my cock. I want to feel your hand around it.”
She dug her nails into his ass as he rocked against her. “Okay,” she panted. “Yes.”
Pushing her hands farther down, she dragged his underwear off and his cock was free. He felt hard as steel in her hand, and so hot and silky and good. She squeezed him as he groaned in relief.
“God, yes,” he sighed as he ducked his head and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues rubbed together. His fingers closed over hers and he stroked himself with her hand, his cock pushing against her, fucking her fist. She took his tongue deeper, pressing up to his mouth, wanting everything.
She felt wild. Desperate. Dirty. Everything she’d always wanted to feel. She tipped her head back to draw a breath, but she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. “Fuck me,” she gasped.
“Yes.” He stripped the rest of the way down and then turned her around to face the bed.
Now, she thought at the sound of her zipper. His knuckles brushed her spine until they stopped at the top of her ass. Now.
Her dress fell and pooled around her feet. Then her bra. His hands framed her ribs; his mouth brushed her shoulder. He pulled her against him and his cock was a hot brand against her back.
Veronica closed her eyes and sighed at the pleasure. The heat of him. The rough drag of his calloused hands against her bare skin.
He sucked at the curve of her neck and his hands were suddenly at her breasts, his fingers plucking at her nipples, twisting pleasure into her that somehow wound around her pussy and squeezed it tight.
She breathed his name, so new to her but so comforting. As if she knew him. As if her body knew him.
The calloused tips of his fingers drifted down her belly and sneaked beneath her panties. She’d worn black lace for him tonight, dressing just for this moment, and she watched his hand slide beneath the wisp of fabric.
Her clit felt tight and tense before he even touched it. When his fingers found her, her whole body jerked in shock.
“Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me touch you.”
“Yes,” she said eagerly, loving the way his fingers slipped into her wetness. His mouth sucked at her neck, and his hands worked her, one at her breast, the other stroking along her pussy. He teased her for a long while, brushing her clit only occasionally as he stroked, but then he finally centered there, drawing small circles of pleasure into her.
Even above all that, she could still feel his cock. It pressed rhythmically against the small of her back, his own wetness letting him slide against her skin. God, she wanted to taste that again, wanted the salty slippery feel of his precome on her tongue. His cock wanted inside her. It wanted to slide into her. Fill her up. She pictured that and the pleasure pressed harder against her clit, pushing toward his fingers.
“Yes,” she murmured. She dug her nails into his wrist, trying to press his hand harder to her.
“Does that feel good, Veronica?” he whispered.
“Yessss.”
“Mmm.” He slid his hand deeper into her panties, and suddenly his finger was inside her, stretching her open.
“Oh, God,” she sobbed.
“Are you ready to fuck?” he asked. “Are you squirming for it?”
“Yes.”
His finger slid out and he was teasing her clit again, and now she really was squirming, pushing back into his cock, trying her best to torture him the way he was torturing her.
“Or do you want to come first?” he asked, rubbing more firmly into the terrible, wonderful tightness of her clit.
“Yes,” she answered immediately. “Yes, I want that. Please. I want to come.” She was so close. So close. If she could just stop thinking. If she could just relax. It was right there.
