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Her hips buck against my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on as I taste her sweetness. She’s addictive, and I can’t get enough. I move my mouth up and down her slit, savoring every moan that escapes her lips as she runs her hands through my hair and down my chest.
Finally, I press a finger inside of her, feeling her tighten around me. She’s wet and ready for me, and I can’t hold back any longer. With one swift motion, I push into her, filling her completely, feeling her walls clench around me. Our moans echo in the room, blending together in harmony.
Our hips lock in sync as we begin to move together, our bodies becoming one. She cranes her neck to give me better access, allowing me to nip and suckle on her neck. Her taste is intoxicating, making me lose myself in the moment completely. We fuck like this for what feels like hours, our sweaty skin molded together, our love for each other undeniable.
As we find our release, I feel her walls pulse around me, and I explode inside of her, groaning her name. She follows suit, her nails digging into my shoulders as she bites down on her lip, lost in the euphoria of our connection. We both breathe heavily as we lie there, our hearts still pounding from the intense passion we just shared.
“Thank you,” I whisper, nuzzling my face into her hair.
“For what?” She replies, her voice raspy with desire.
“For showing me… this.”
She chuckles softly, her breath tickling my earlobe. “You’re more than welcome, Emir.”
Still connected, we stare into each other’s eyes, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing - this is just the beginning.
Finally, I pull out of her slowly, relishing the last sounds of their flesh separating. I stand up and help her to her feet as well, grabbing one of the towels on the nightstand and draping it over us both.
We get dressed, our fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers in the dark. When we finally step out of the room, the cool air hits our naked skin, making us shiver. We don’t say much as we walk back to my car, our steps heavy with the weight of what we’ve just shared.
“What’s your number?” I ask, reaching for my phone.
She recites it to me, a smile tugging at her lips. “You should text me when you get home safe.”
I chuckle softly. “I think it’s going to be a long time before I want to be anywhere else but with you, Ciara Johnson.”
Her eyes widen slightly, her cheeks flushing red. “And me, you,” she breathes, stealing a quick kiss before getting into the car.
I watch her drive away, my mind spinning with thoughts of her. The scent of her perfume lingers in the air, mingling with the leather seats of my car. Damn, she’s addictive.
Back at my place, I can’t help but relive our encounter, running my fingers over my chest where she left those delicate love bites. A smile spreads across my face as I remember how she cried out my name, begging for more. I need to see her again, feel her soft skin against mine, taste her sweetness once more.
So, I text her.
Me: I’m back safe and sound. Can’t stop thinking about you, Ciara.
Her: Same here.
I grin like a kid in a candy store. We’ve only just begun, and already I’m hooked.
* * *
The next morning, I wake up to my phone vibrating on the nightstand. It’s a picture from Ciara. She’s standing in front of the mirror, wearing a black lace bra and panty set with the caption: “Good morning, dangerous.”
A groan escapes my throat as I take in the sight of her. She’s mine now. My heart races at the thought.
I text back: Good morning, gorgeous. Ready for round two?
Her: Always. What do you have in mind?
I’m already on my way to pick her up when I read that, the anticipation mounting within me. Our connection is palpable, and the passion we ignited last night is still smoldering.
The sun casts a warm glow over the city as I pull up in front of her apartment building. She steps out looking just as confident and fierce as ever in a red bodycon dress that hugs her curves perfectly. I can’t help but admire her every move - the sway of her hips, the flip of her hair, the way her lips pout when she sees me.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
“Morning, Emir.”
