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“Then don’t make me mad at you,” she retorted, raking her nails down my chest. Hard.
I hissed at the sparks that went flying straight down to my groin and retaliated by grabbing her hands and holding them behind her back in a vice-like grip. Tasha squeaked in response, her eyes going wide. She tried to wriggle her hands away, but I tightened my grip.
“Let go of my hands,” she hissed, her eyes fixed on mine.
I could feel her trembling against me. And I knew she was trembling with desire, not fear.
“Do you really want me to?” I murmured.
She didn’t reply. Her breath came in shallow puffs that I felt against my skin as I lowered my face to hers.
“All you have to do is say yes. I’ll let go of you if you really want me to,” I whispered against her ear as I nuzzled the tender skin under it.
Tasha moaned softly and shook her head.
“Tell me what you want,” I ordered, pulling her arms tighter behind her, and trailing soft kisses down the side of her neck.
“You. I want you,” she said hoarsely.
That’s all I needed.
I turned her around to face the wall, and pushed her up against it, her hands on the wall. I cupped her full breasts from behind and squeezed them hard over her flimsy top, pinching the tight, beaded nipples.
Tasha cried out, and her legs shook against mine. She was wearing a short skirt that displayed her long legs in all their glory. How many times had I dreamt of them being wrapped around my hips as I plunged into her wetness? I would make that dream come true before this night was out, I swore to myself.
For now, I pushed her skirt up slowly, savouring the softness of her skin as I pushed the cloth out of the way. I traced soft circles on her inner thighs as I made my way up to her core. I pushed the fabric of her panties aside and ran a finger up and down her cleft. She was soaking wet and ready for me.
I stroked her steadily until she was whimpering with need, her fingers clawing at the wall. Tasha had nothing to hold on to, nothing to grip, nothing to control. She was entirely at my mercy.
I held her upright with one arm around her middle.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me,” I said, ignoring the need raging inside me. This time was all for her.
“I need you… inside me,” she cried brokenly.
I pushed a finger inside her, moving in and out fast and hard, flicking the hard nub of her clit on every upstroke. Within minutes, she came apart in my arms, her inner muscles convulsing around my fingers, her whole body shaking as she cried out my name.
I held her in place as she recovered, and when she stopped shaking, I turned her around and picked her up in my arms.
“I’m going to get you back for that,” she threatened breathlessly, as I walked over to the bed.
“You can try,” I said with a smirk before I tumbled her onto the bed.
Tasha squealed with laughter as she bounced a couple of times, and then, she reached out and grabbed my hand. I went willingly when she tugged hard, practically falling on her. She wriggled out from under me and held me down as she straddled me.
We stared at each other, her long hair curtaining us from the rest of the world. This was where we belonged. In each other’s arms. But she didn’t see it that way, did she? I didn’t care. For now, I’d take whatever she gave me. I had the rest of our lives to convince her otherwise, I decided, as I pulled her down for a kiss.
Tasha settled her weight over me and kissed me deeply, her tongue flicking mine in a duel of need. She sucked on my tongue hard, making my eyes cross at the pleasure that shot through my body.
I made a move to roll her over, but she held me down. It looked like my princess had plans for me, and I wasn’t going to refuse.
She pushed my t-shirt up and planted soft kisses down my chest, moving down my body slowly, her destination crystal clear. Then, she palmed over the fabric of my jeans and my cocked jumped so hard, I thought he was going to break through the denim. She squeezed gently and began to unbutton my jeans with a wicked smile.
I must have been a sinner in some past life because just as she freed my erection, my phone rang in the back pocket of my jeans.
I pulled it out with a curse, turned off the ringer, and threw it on the bedside table without a glance.
“Where were we?” I asked and gave Tasha’s curvy ass a slight squeeze when she continued to stare at the phone.
