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She climbs up my body, her hands on my breasts, her mouth on mine. I groan into her kiss, so frustrated. So ready…
“What do you want me to do to you, Natalie?” she murmurs against my lips, eyes on mine. “Tell me.”
I’m lost in her voice, in her scent, in her touch. “I…” I search for words, but there’s only heat and need anddesperation. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
Alessa’s eyes darken, pupils blowing wide with renewed hunger. She captures my wrists, pressing my arms up above my head as she leans over me. Dominant. Demanding.
“Yes,” she says softly. “I’ll fuck you, darling. Until you can’t remember your own name. But I want to hear you ask me for it again. Ask me like you really need it.”
A giggle swells up in my chest, a mad, hysterical threat of laughter. Remember my own name?
I’m already barely sure what it is these days.
But there’s a hint of vulnerability beneath the arrogant look on her face that makes me ache for her.
And I do know one thing.
“I need you to fuck me,” I tell her. “I need you, Alessa.”
She lets out a long, soft breath, her eyes fluttering shut for just a moment, as though my words have thrust into her like a stiletto.
“You need me to fuck you,” she repeats, and then she smiles. “And I want to give you exactly what you need, darling.”
CHAPTER20
ALESSA
She’s too gorgeous, soaked and rapturous and spreading her scent all over my bedsheets.
I’ll never wash them again.
My heart pounds as I look down to her breasts, her nipples hardened peaks. I cup one breast, squeezing gently at the hard bud, then harder.
A little harder.
“Yes,” Natalie hisses.
“You’re mine tonight,” I tell her. “Mine to tease. To torment. To fuck.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, I’m yours, Alessa.”
One of my hands still holds her wrists above her head. With the other, I give her nipple a final, hard twist, making her gasp, and before I judge the sensation has died away, I push three fingers through her wet folds, straight inside, high up into her cunt, making her lift off the bed with a jerk, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you.” I fuck her with my fingers, slow and regular, and Natalie pants, rocking back and forward to meet my thrusts.
The scent of her fills the air as I finger-fuck her. And I’m dripping too, aching for release. But I have plans.
I haveneeds.
I need to possess her.
“I’m going to come,” she mutters. “Oh, God, I’m going to—”
“No, you’re not.” I withdraw my hand, sucking on my fingers as she watches, outraged. “Not yet. And right now, it’s my turn.” I let go of her wrists, rising up on the bed so I can position myself carefully on top of her, re-seating myself so my clit aligns with hers, my legs spreading, entwining with hers as we wriggle into position.
My pussy is so eager for her I feel like I could fuck her like this forever. I hug her bent leg between my breasts for balance as I begin to rock against her, slow at first, building the delicious friction.
Our movements become synchronized, our bodies sliding against each other in a deliberate, slow, rolling rhythm. I can feel her hot, hard clit sliding against mine, watch her panting, open mouth as she cants her hips, helps me grind down on herjust right.
