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“It would last longer if you took a picture,” Michelle mumbled.
“Oh, sorry… I…”
“You know, all those years ago, I wondered if you’d ever looked at me or tried anything while I was out.”
“I never did.” I stood taller, wondering why today was different. Sure, I knew Michelle was beautiful. But I knew I wasn’t her type, and she’d shown no interest, even when I flirted. My manners always stayed intact, but today…
“Then why are you looking at me how you are now?”
Michelle’s eyes were glossy, a sure sign of her intoxication level. Her hair, pulled back off her face, highlighted her lips. I was so focused on them, I’d forgotten about her question.
“Dante?”
“Yeah.” The curve of her bottom lip dared me to nibble it before pulling it into my mouth. Her lips parted, and I swallowed, tempted to take her mouth until she pleaded with me to let her breathe.
“Why are you looking at me the way you are right now?” She almost seemed fearful to ask.
“I’m trying not to fuck your mouth with mine.”Why hold back?
“I don’t want to be something you’re trying out because I have your interest for the moment.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, but I can’t really say the answer mattered. Instead of focusing on the words coming from her mouth, I threw caution to the wind to see if the rest of her was as lovely as the bottom of her was.
I took both sides of her satin button-down shirt and pulled them apart, popping the bottoms in the middle. Michelle gasped in surprise, and I groaned in approval. She was wearing a black satin bra that matched her panties and garter. A fucking wet dream.
I backed away from her. She looked too good to be true. Too perfect to be marred with the likes of me. And I wanted to dirty every part of her. There wasn’t enough space in this room to get me far enough away from Michelle. The things I wanted to do to her were running through my mind and the visual of her was making it a thousand times worse. She was right there, and it would take nothing more than a drop to my knees before my mouth would devour every part of her.
“Dante, come back. We should talk.” She sat up clumsily while trying to remove the pin from her hair. Almost falling forward, she tilted.
Instead of thinking about burying my dick inside her, I focused on making sure that she was safe and unharmed. I hurried to her, catching her before she plummeted to the floor.
“Thank you,” she slurred.
“You’re welcome.” I wanted to breathe, I really did, but Michelle’s hand pressed against my chest as she tried to steady herself. Then she slid her hand up to my neck and my resolve was seconds away from snapping. I tried to focus on her being intoxicated, but she sat there looking like a pretty gift, all wrapped up for me. The small satin bow between her breast on her bra was proof.
“I’m going to regret this tomorrow,” Michelle said before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I leaned over at her eye level. She leaned back onto the bed, pulling me on top of her.
Pressing her softness into the bed, I covered her body with mine, and she guided my body between her legs, where she wrapped them around me. Too close. I opened my mouth to protest, and she leaned up to kiss me. She’d removed the complication of if I should or shouldn’t, and now, there was just instinct.
Though she’d initiated the kiss, I took over. I controlled, gave to her, then backed off enough for her to chase after my lips. I pulled, pushed, tasted, and savored her mouth, sampling one of the most intimate pieces of her. She melted into me, dissolving any objections into the bed beneath her.
Her hands were everywhere, as if she couldn’t get enough. The more frenzied she became, the more I controlled her. She moved to unbuckle my belt and jeans, and I pinned her hands above her head, restraining them with mine. Michelle shivered against me and broke the kiss.Fuck!Another spasm jerked her core, and I growled.
“Good girl…” The words slipped out before I could pull them back. Shit. My control was slipping.
“Yes!” she moaned.
Well, fuck.
I kissed down her neck before sliding my tongue across the tops of her breasts. Freeing one of her nipples, I pulled it into my mouth to suck, and Michelle twisted beneath me, trying to break free.
“Where are you going?” I teased her sensitive peak with my teeth, watching her squirm in response.
“Anywhere where you’re not doing that.” She said it so quickly you’d think that there was a race to see which word would come first.
I chuckled and began again.
