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“I want you. I want this.”
I join our lips once more, tangling my tongue with hers. With her explicit permission given, my hands eagerly roam her body.
My hips drive my cock forward, seeking the friction it demands. Spreading her supple thighs, she welcomes me home and thrusts herself against my erection.
Fucking hell.
I’d almost forgotten how good it felt to press against this woman and how fast she entices me with her every sinful move.
If our writhing bodies and groping hands are anything to go by, her desperation rivals my own. The craving I’ve had for her for weeks eases with each swipe of her devouring tongue against mine.
Steadily, she undulates her hips in time with mine while her hands roam over my body, burning my skin. When she slips them under my waistband, she digs her fingertips into my ass and draws a growl from deep inside my chest.
I don’t recall her beingthisdesperate last time. Her whimpers are pained and frantic, mirroring the ache I feel to be inside her. It’s like she wants me more than I want her, but that’s not possible since I’m seconds from detonating with desire.
I want to do everything to this woman.
Everything.
She’s had my emotions shooting up, down, and everywhere in between since she blew into my life like a cat-five hurricane. Day after day, she’s brought a myriad of confusing feelings out of me to the point I can’t sort through them all.
Lust. Passion. Anger. Hatred. Jealousy. Angst. Betrayal. Desire.
I’ve felt them all and dozens more.
Her grip on my ass tightens, pulling me flush against her and rendering me a garbled mush of sensory overload. Thoughts evaporate, and all I can do isfeel.
I feel the cushion of her soft body holding me close and her heels resting on my hamstrings, denying my retreat. Her velvety tongue, sweetened with a hint of wine, duels with mine, while her pillow-soft lips fuse to mine.
Her sounds. Her smells.
Everything about her calls to me, beckoning me to touch her, taste her, conquer and claim her.
Her very presence begs for me.
Snaking my hand between us, I cup her pussy, pleased to discover that the thin fabric of her pants does nothing to conceal her damp warmth. “Jesus, Mia. You’re soaked, aren’t you?”
Her answer comes out somewhere between a whimper and a moan. “Mmm, yes.” Another moan, another gasp. “Want you. So bad. Wet all day.”
I continue raining kisses along her neck while my hand explores her sweet spot. She clutches my head between her hands, alternating rough and gentle strokes of my hair.
When I mash the palm of my hand against her clit and mimic thrusting my fingers into her opening, her grip on my head gets tighter. Her yoga pants stop me from entering her, but the material is flexible enough to allow me to tease her.
“Touch me, Cal,” she mewls. “I need to feel you.”
Ireallylike the sound of her begging me.
A fucking lot.
Now that my initial insanity has waned and some thoughts are getting through the fog of arousal, I’m tempted to mess with her.
After the shitty fucking afternoon I had, I need this escape. This moment to be someone else. To think about nothing but having her at my mercy.
The way I taunted her in the office today plays in the back of my mind. Especially the look on her face when I told her I wanted to punish her. It was as if she wanted that too.
But I still have no freaking idea how to do that. Although if this morning was anything to go by, my body probably knows what to do.
Maybe I can tap into the monster who was scratching under the surface earlier today and make her beg for my cock.
