Page 26 of Wrecked


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“Excuse me,” she says as she stands. “I don’t want to pry….”

“You can ask me whatever you want,” I reply hurriedly. “I want you to know who I really am. I just need a little time.”

She comes closer, just a couple of steps between us both. “We have a kid that doesn’t make me the owner of your life.”

If she only knew…

I close the distance between us, trapping her against the refrigerator door. Our bodies are so close that our breaths are mingling like a fog engulfing us.

“Do you feel it?”

At first, she doesn’t reply. However, her body reacts to me. Her ample chest moves fast under the cotton of that tight shirt.

“David…” My name leaves her pouty lips as a whisper.

“Do you feel it?” I ask again, my hand touching her waist softly. Giving her a chance to stop me if that’s what she wants.

This thing between the two of us is magic. She cast a spell on me so strong not even time made it fade. I’m lost in her. In the way she moves. The way her wavy hair floats like a halo. In the delicious fragrance of her perfume. In her softness. And in her strength, too.

Her darkened gaze looks for mine. Yes, her body reacting to me, but I also need words.

“Do you want this?”

She gives me a short nod.

“Melanie?”

“Ella,” she whispers as my fingers brush the bare skin of her belly. “Yes!”

That moan gives me the green light to go ahead. And that’s precisely what I plan to do.

Fuck, this is better than in my memories. Better than in my dreams—and believe me—my dreams had been fucking amazing.

As I take a step back, her eyes fall to my crotch. I know what she is looking for, and my hard cock tenting the fabric of my jeans, gives her the answer. We will get there, but first, I need her flavor on my tongue.

I get busy taking the leggings and her panties down. Pooling them around her tennis shoe-clad feet.

Her bare, pretty pussy is right in front of me. My mouth salivates, eager for a taste.

I don’t give her time to think or even breathe. My money is on – she won’t care. She’s powerless to resist. I’ve never felt so alive. Her entire body whimpers as my lips work their way up her leg while her hands seek something to hold on to. As my fingers run over her silky skin, she aches to surrender to me.

Right now, in dim lights, in the kitchen of her home.

She closes her eyes and lets herself be carried away, driven by ecstasy, flying higher and higher. Then I take it up another notch by slipping one finger inside her heat, then another… But each time she’s about to tip over the edge into her climax, I pull back, and eventually, it dawns on her that I have her exactly where I want her. I’m exacting my punishment by controlling her pleasure. But maybe this is just my idea of extended foreplay—after all, we’ve not even made it to a horizontal surface yet.

Her hands are entwined in my hair, urging me to give her more, keeping me close.

“God,” I whisper, my tongue swirling against her. “You taste delicious.”Like the love of my life.

“David…”

“I know,” I reply with a promise. “I’ll give you whatever you want, but not here.”

No, I need her in a bed. I need space and time to quench this thirst. And as good as a quicky against the fridge sounds, it won’t do anything to placate me.

“Lead the way,” I order her as I pull her pants into place. Those leggings should be on the floor. Away from those curves that make me crazy.

Patience…

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