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I shrug. “Maybe it’s fresher, from the melted snow.” I move closer, stealing her glass and taking a drink from it. “But really … everything’s better up here.”
“I’m starting to think you’re right,” she agrees, watching me finish her cup.
She leans back against the counter. The moonlight is coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back of the house. Those windows showcase a pond and beautiful scenery. The moon is full tonight, giving plenty of illumination. But all I can focus on are the shadows created across her beautiful face.
I take a step until I’m crowding her against the counter, and I set the glass down behind her, leaving my hand there to cage her in. I dip my head until my nose is buried in her hair, and I inhale deeply. She has an addictive scent, one that has my head swimming in the possibilities of us.
“You smell so good,” I murmur, one move away from losing all control.
“So do you,” she practically whimpers.
I press into her, letting her feel what she does to me through my jeans. Her palms glide up my chest and around my neck as we breathe the same air for a few moments, just watching each other. This feels like the calm before the storm.
“Thanks for driving me home,” she whispers.
“Anytime.”
“Are you hungry?” she asks.
“Yes,” I answer honestly. But my appetite is for her, not for food.
I take her mouth, nipping teasingly at her lips. She tilts her head, and I dive deeper, tasting the whiskey shots on her tongue.
Her chest is heaving when we pull apart. “Do you want me to make you something to eat?”
I slowly shake my head, my eyes never leaving hers. “What I want is for you to show me your bedroom.”
She breathes out a cross between a sigh and a laugh as her lips tilt. Her hands slide beneath my shirt and ghost across my skin. I lift my arms, allowing her to tug my shirt off. It lands on the floor next to our feet. Her eyes and her fingertips explore my chest, driving me out of my mind as she tangles them in the dark tuft of hair in the middle. It’s hard for me to remain still when she drops to my abs, tracing each dip and curve. Her touch is light, almost teasing. Her lips land on my skin.
I’m straining against my jeans. My cock is so hard that it probably has my zipper imprinted on it.
I trail the top edge of her tits with the pads of my thumbs, where they are peeking through her joke of a shirt, and watch her nipples harden through the material.
“Take this off,” I demand, tugging at the fabric.
She removes it smoothly, tossing it onto the floor next to mine, following instructions well. I impatiently flick the clasp at her back, freeing her tits, and take them into my hands when her bra is gone. They are plump with round, dark pink nipples begging to be sucked on. So, I do.
She moans when I run my tongue across one tip while my fingers play with the other side. She’s the perfect size. They’re a little more than a handful, and I love the way they feel soft and heavy in my palms.
Willow grows restless and starts to move us into her bedroom. I don’t know if it’s the limited time we’re facing or our attraction that is making us frenzied, but I don’t hold back. We’re clumsyand hurried as we stumble together, never disconnecting. It’s dark in here, too, but there’s a sliding glass door, and the curtains were left open. I can see the moonlight reflecting off the water from a different vantage point.
I attack the button and zipper on her jeans at the same time as she does mine, but I stop when I have them halfway down her hips because she takes me out. When she starts stroking my length, I lose all motor functions. The throbbing ache between my legs becomes heavier as all the blood in my body surges to one place when she falls to her knees. With her top off and those big green eyes watching me, she takes me past her lips, and I groan at the heat and wetness of her mouth.
I hold her hair back with my hands, memorizing every movement as she plays with me like I’m her favorite toy. She licks and sucks the tip before running her tongue along the sensitive underside of my head. And when I feel the back of her throat, I know I’m a few strokes away from detonating.
So, I pull her off me and toss her onto the bed. Her jeans and lacy panties are gone before I can blink my eyes, and I remove the rest of my clothes as well. I fish a condom from my wallet and toss it next to her on the mattress before following her down. The skin of her legs is just as silky smooth as the rest of her, and I drag my fingers north until I land at the apex of her thighs.
She’s dripping wet, just like the other day. I glide through her folds easily, stopping to rub her clit and then retracing my steps until my finger circles and finally sinks into her opening. My head dips and her legs fall open when I lick along her slit, sampling her sweet, musky taste.
She groans with impatience when I lift to my knees, but her eyes are glued on my hands as I sheath myself with the condom. My cock feels heavy and hard between my legs. I want her so bad; ithurts. Her knees bend and then drop to the sides, making room for my hips as I cover her body with mine. I kiss her once and then twice. I nuzzle her neck and circle her nipples again with the pads of my fingers, stopping to tug on the tight tips. She’s squirming with want and need, silently begging me for more. But I want to hear her say it.
“What do you want, Lo?”
She whimpers when I bite down on her nipple and then soothe it with a soft suction. I rub my length along her slit, coating myself in her desire, and graze her clit with each pass.
“I want you,” she moans.
I keep grinding against her, driving myself as crazy as I’m attempting to make her. The head of my cock bumps against her opening, but I resist the urge to dive right in.
