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I’m woozy already. As he unbuttons my shirt, my mouth waters.
As he unzips my bunched-up skirt, my skin sizzles.
As I step out of my clothes, I feel like I’m coming alive.
And then, for one terrible moment, I think about where I am, who I’m with, and how this will never last.
It’s not supposed to last. Just enjoy your illicit one-night affair.
This man wants nothing but to make me feel good, so I take it, lying back on his bed as he slides off my heels.
Slowly, setting the pace, he undoes his shirt as I watch. He’s strong, with defined abs, muscular arms, and a smattering of chest hair. Plus, that happy trail makes me very happy.
Quickly, he takes off his socks and shoes. With only slacks on, he joins me on the bed, turning me toward him and dropping his mouth to mine. His hand is on my face, and I feel like I’m melting into this heady, lust-drunk world as he kisses the corner of my mouth then flicks his tongue across my lips. His kisses are sensual and lingering. They’re brushes of his mouth, teases of his lips, a lovely promise of incandescent pleasure.
He doesn’t break the kiss, even as he lets go of my face. His hand travels down my body, over my breasts, across my belly to my panties. His fingers slide inside the lace, and he groans as he touches my wetness. I’m slick and hot for him.
Outrageously aroused.
He strokes me while kissing me, but he’s in no rush. He takes his sweet time but doesn’t try to finger fuck me. He just caresses my clit with nimble fingers, drawing dizzying circles that make me pant and moan. He’s somehow controlling me with his mouth, lavishing me with druggy, heady kisses that send me spinning with lust. I arch my hips, seeking out his hand, rubbing shamelessly against him.
“Yes, fucking yes,” he says, his voice husky as I grind against his hand.
I’m panting, and I swear my orgasm is coming into view when he stops, ending the kiss abruptly too.
What?
I whimper. “I was so close. Why did you…?” I stop, coming to my senses. This is his MO—edging.
And I’m squirming.
The fucker.
He takes my hand, brings it to his slacks, and presses it against his straining cock. “This is what you did to me that night. You’re too fucking tempting. This is what you do to me every goddamn night,” he adds like he’s angry at me for being alluring. I like this angry energy.A lot. “I’ve been jerking off to you every night.”
God, the images. The fantastic images of his hand shuttling along his cock. Am I having an out-of-body experience? It sure feels like it. “You have?”
“Yes,” he says, then brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them off one at a time, moaning with each deliberate lick. “Fuck, you’re sweet.”
I’m also empty. I want his hand. His tongue. His cock. But should I say that?
I wait for him to go next. I don’t know the rules of one-night stands.
With mischief in his eyes, he asks, “You wanted to come so badly just now, didn’t you?”
I nod, speaking truthfully. “I did.”
“You were so close.” He sounds diabolical.
“I was,” I murmur, wishing he would let me.
He reaches for my right breast, squeezing it through the lace, making me gasp. “But I bet you’d like coming on my face,” he says, then quickly unhooks my bra.
I shudder. “I bet I would too.”
He moves like lightning between my legs, grabbing at my lace panties and sliding them off. “Fuck,” he says, staring at my pussy. “You’re so pretty.”
All I can do is nod. I can’t speak. My throat is parched with want.
