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“Your photos do better.” Her lips curve in a knowing smile. “Twenty-five percent more traffic.”
“And?” My voice is gravel.
Her eyes flick over my face, drop to my lips. Hunger is written there, and I fucking love it. “You’re way hotter than Miles.”
“Be a good girl and tell me why you think I’m hot.” My lips hover over hers, promising rewards.
“Why?” she whispers.
“Because it turns me on to hear the things you like.”
“Oh.” Her breath whispers against my lips. “I like your body.” I run my lips up her neck, reveling in the softness of her skin, the scent of her hair. She smells a little bit like sex and my laundry detergent. Mine. She smells like she's mine.
“What about it?”
“Greedy,” she teases.
“I am greedy.” I tangle my fingers in her hair. “I don’t share. I want all of your pleasure.”
She shivers and closes her eyes, like she’s imagining what all of your pleasure means. “I like your arms. The way they flex when you work.” Her voice sounds dreamy. “And your shoulders. Even your collarbones. Everything is bigger on you. Stronger.” I shudder at her words, my erection already tenting my thin pants. “I like when you have me like this.” I lift the hem of her shirt and brush my hand over the soft skin of her stomach while I bite at her neck.
“Like what? Touch me while you tell me.”
She’s panting now, as turned on as I am. Her hands come up to my shoulders and she digs her little nails into my skin. The pleasure-pain goes straight to my cock, making me groan.
“I like feeling caged by you. It’s hot. I know you’ll never hurt me. And the way you focus on me. It’s so good.” I claim her mouth as she says the last words, trying to breathe in the compliments, drown myself in her approval, the way she craves me.
“Good girl,” I murmur. She kisses me like she really does believe I’m the hottest guy she knows, and pride beats through my blood. She twines her hands through my hair, presses herself to my body, makes needy noises in her throat. I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and she moans. I cup her breast in my palm and she cries out.
“So sensitive. Are you wet for me?” And I need her to be, because for the very first time in my life, I don’t think I can wait. Normally, I’m all about control, but right now, she’s shredding it.
“Touch me and find out.” She kisses me again, bold and delicious, her soft lips trying to give back exactly what I’m giving her.
“Fuck.” I groan and press her against the wall, before I delve my fingers between her legs to find her soaked. The desire that rushes through me is indescribable. “I feel how much you want me, and I love it.” I circle her clit, slick and swollen. The blood pounding through me is making it hard to think, hard to go slow.
“Jonah,” she breathes.
“I’ve got you.” Her hips are already chasing my hand, thank fuck, because I’m trembling with need.
I shove my pants down in one swift movement and free my aching cock. I’m already lifting her off the floor, notching myself to her entrance. We both groan as I press into her. So good. My breath is stuttering in my chest, but I will myself not to finish before I’ve barely gotten inside her. Ah, fuck. She’s slick and hot and squeezing me.
“Condom.” Shit. I’m an asshole.
“Don’t stop.” She presses her head back against the wall. “I have an IUD. And I’m clean.”
“Me too. You’re sure?” Her half-lidded eyes meet mine and in them I see trust and unquenchable need for me.
“Please, Jonah,” she whispers against my mouth.
I slide deep, and we both cry out. She’s already clenching around me, as on fire for me as I am for her.
I buck up into her in short, hard thrusts that make her move across the wall. I’m close, so close, after mere minutes of being with her. It’s never been like this before. Never. My skin feels like it’s on fire, the tug in my groin tells me that this orgasm will feel like a free-fall from a steep cliff.
“Cal.” I pant. “Are you close?” I roll my hips and fumble to circle her clit with my thumb. She cries out, a little panting sob, and clenches around me. “Thank fuck,” I mutter. I set a driving pace, rolling my hips in a rhythm that ratchets us both higher. My fingers play over her clit and drink in her reactions until she moans, “Jonah,” and clenches around me, hard. Fuck. The pleasure of her orgasm has a sharp bright edge, dragging me right to the brink, whether I want it to or not. One more thrust, to make sure she’s finished coming, and then I follow her over, my cock swelling and jerking inside her, the desire spiraling up from between my legs to fill my body to bursting. I’m limp and spent when we finally stop panting. I slip out of her and let her down gently. “Stay,” I whisper against her neck. “Stay there.”
I get a cloth from the kitchen, and then sink to the ground to clean her. The gentle strokes make her tremble.
“Do you need more?” I raise my head to see her watching me with hazy eyes. I press a kiss to her thigh. She smells like sex, like me, and my chest swells.
