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I don’t like her talking about this being our last night together, but I’m not yet sure what I can do about it, and the answer isn’t going to come to me sitting in the car. I’m wasting valuable time that could be spent in bed. All I can do is show her how I feel about her, and hope that she misses me so much she can’t bear to be apart from me.
I study her mouth and watch her lips part and the tip of her tongue emerge to moisten them. She’s right that I’ve tried to be gentle after she told me how she was so unused to being with a man. I felt more than a tad guilty that I shocked her, and so I’ve spent the past couple of days taking my time to make love to her, and reining in the darker desires that threaten to rise when she’s in my arms. But her words,Give me everything you’ve got, make me instantly hard.
Unbuckling myself, I shift in the seat to face her, resting an arm behind her. After lifting my glasses onto my hair, I cup her chin in the V between my thumb and forefinger and lift her face so she’s looking at me, and lower my lips to just above hers.
Then I wait, letting my breath whisper across her skin.
“You’re such a tease,” she whispers.
“The anticipation is half the fun,” I murmur, brushing my lips across her cheek, her eyebrow, and back down her nose.
“Are you going to fuck me when we get in?” she asks, eyes sparkling.
“Within an inch of your life,” I promise, and then I lower my lips to hers and kiss her.
This time, I don’t bother with gentle butterfly kisses to warm us both up. I’m already volcanic, and I crush my lips to hers and let my passion pour through. Alice gasps, and I take the opportunity of her open mouth to plunge my tongue inside and kiss her hard.
I slide my hand into her hair and hold her there, kissing her deeply until the blood is soaring through my veins, until I’m dizzy with love and lust and desire. Then I tear my mouth away from hers and tell her, “Inside, now.”
“Ooh,” she says as we get out of the car, “Mr. Bossy is back.”
“Yes he is, so you’d better do as he says.” I unlock the door and follow her into the house. Then, tossing my keys and glasses onto the table and not bothering with the lights, I push her up against the wall, take her face in my hands, and kiss her again.
She moans, finds the bottom of my shirt, and slides her hands beneath it, onto my skin. I groan as she moves her hands up my back, then scores her nails lightly down either side of my spine.
“I love your body,” she whispers as I move back, helping me to push the buttons through the holes. “I never get tired of touching you.”
“Likewise.” Impatient with how long it’s taking, I pull the shirt apart, sending the last few buttons flying, rip the garment off, and toss it away. She laughs, helping me out with the buttons of her shirt, and soon that joins mine on the floor. Next, it’s our trousers and her bra, and then we’re in our underwear, and we’re still standing only a few feet from the front door.
But I can’t wait to get her into the bedroom; I can’t stop touching her long enough to walk down the stairs. My mouth claims hers again hungrily, and I slide my hands onto her butt and clutch the soft muscles there while I walk her backward to the dining table.
She glances over her shoulder at the large windows and says, “We should pull the curtains.”
“Forget the curtains.” The lights are out anyway, and it’s not as if the house is overlooked, as it’s on a hill. Anyone who can be bothered to get a pair of binoculars to spy on us is welcome to drink their fill.
“Kip,” she says, laughing as I lift her onto the table, “don’t you want to do it somewhere comfortable?”
“Can’t wait.” I hook my fingers in her underwear, slide it down her legs and over her feet, then press it to my nose and inhale before tossing it away.
“Jesus,” she says.
“You smell amazing.” I drop to my knees in front of her. “I have to taste you. Open your legs.”
She parts her knees, and I push them wide, taking big bites up her soft thighs. When I get to the top, I slide a thumb down through her folds, not surprised to find her already moist. She’s so easily aroused, which I love. But it’s not enough; I want her swollen and soaked, so that when I slide inside her, there’s no friction at all.
Parting her folds with my fingers, I brush my tongue right up her core and then swirl it over the bud at the top. She moans and drops back onto her elbows, and I murmur, “There’s a good girl. Nice and wide, now. You can wrap your legs around me if you want. Yeah, just like that. Now, relax and enjoy.”
I proceed to pleasure her, turning myself on in the process, because how could I remain immune when I’m surrounded by the smell and taste and feel of her velvet flesh? I slide my fingers inside her and fasten my mouth on her clit, and tease her orgasm out of her inch by inch, second by second. Gradually my hand grows wet and her moans grow louder as I suck and stroke. I slow down and then, as she starts giving deep, ragged breaths, I lift my head to look at her glistening folds, remove my fingers, and blow softly across her sensitive skin.
“Oh my God,” she says, and groans.
Just lightly, I stroke a forefinger down through her swollen folds, then turn my hand and slide my fingers inside her, caressing her lovingly, because I want to make it good for her, and to make it last.
“Kip…” she whispers, and it’s as if she’s stroked a feather down my spine.
“Slowly, baby,” I murmur, removing my finger, now coated with her moisture, and smoothing it up through her folds so she’s shiny and slippery. I lean forward and taste her again, and it’s like hot, sweet, salty, sticky, tangy candy, like addictive nectar, and I can’t get enough of it. I lap at her, my tongue flat against her folds as I give her long licks all the way up.
She moans, full of heartfelt longing, and lifts her hands to her breasts, and oh Jesus, that’s so hot. Still licking, I watch her pluck her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, and eventually close my eyes as I fight to keep control. I can’t draw it out any longer. Slipping two fingers inside her, I fasten my mouth over her clit and suck, and it’s amazing how I feel her orgasm sweep over her, starting deep inside, like an earthquake beneath the ocean. It sends out ripples that make her clench around my fingers, all her muscles pulsing, and her back arches and her toes curl, and she cries out my name.
