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Beckett
I’m standing in the dark night, a chill filling the air around me. My back leans against the hard brick wall.
I’m so cold.
I brush my fingertips over my lips, thinking of the girl. Where’s she gone? I leave the alley, slowly making my way down the dark, deserted street.
For a moment, I think I see a sliver of her in the darkness, a pale shape coming closer. I squint, willing the image to come into focus. The moonlight slants down through the misty fog, its beams illuminating the dark silhouette of the woman I have been longing to see.
Is that her?
The streetlight shines down on her like a stream of light beaming from heaven. Her long, dark hair hangs down her back. The woman’s head turns over her shoulder.
The lovely curve of her face, the fullness of her lips, the sparkle in her eyes. It’s her. The woman that saved me, this beautiful woman that I had kissed, standing before me.
“It’s you.” I step closer, aware of the intense magnetism between us.
The night seems to be holding its breath right alongside me. I hesitate, wondering if I should take her in my arms, if I should give in to the irresistible urge to kiss her once again.
She doesn’t speak but she moves toward me, closing the distance between us and it’s all the encouragement I need.
My hands move to the small of her back, pulling her into me. The brick wall lining the street is rough and cold against my back as I wrap my arms tightly around her, brushing my lips against hers.
She feels amazing in my arms, like she was made for me. I never dreamt that a woman could fit me so perfectly. She's warm to the touch, her skin soft and smooth.
I kiss her deeply, our tongues dancing with each other. I’m feeling something so familiar yet so alien. There is no mistaking that she is the woman that saved me, yet there is a uniqueness to her, a euphoria in our embrace that seems otherworldly.
We don't need words. We know what we want, what we need from one another. My hand slips up underneath her shirt, warm skin against my cold hand. She shivers against me, kissing me deeper.
Our clothes seem to dissolve from our bodies, falling to the street. My hands are on her naked curves, cupping her bare breasts. I keep my back against the cold hardness of the wall, so she won’t have to. Her arms are wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me tight as I smooth my palms underneath the backs of her soft thighs.
I pull her up with one strong movement. She’s featherlight in my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist. The heat increases in our kiss; I can feel how much she wants me as her tongue swirls against mine.
I kiss down the side of her neck, nipping at her clavicle. She gives a little gasp as I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking. The little bud is sweet and firm between my lips.
I kiss my way back up her body. I nip her earlobe. “I need you so badly. I’ve been so lonely.”
She doesn’t answer, but when I start kissing her again, I feel my own need mirrored back in her. I grab her ass in my hands, shifting her legs apart so I can guide the warm wetness of her pussy to the head of my throbbing cock.
My balls tighten as the desire for release grows deeper. Need becomes every thought, every feeling, coming faster and harder with each breath until I feel as if I’ll die if I’m not inside of her.
My fingers press into her soft hips as I bring her closer. The head of my cock slips against her wetness. I grow even needier, knowing that I’m the one who’s made her sex grow slick with desire, that it’s me she wants so badly.
I thrust my hips forward, pressing past the tight entrance of her pussy. “God. You’re so tight, so wet for me.” I move in, deeper, my cock fighting to gain every inch because she’s so tight.
Her fingers brush against the back of my head like she’s looking for something to grasp. Tingles fly over my skin at her touch. I want her to talk to me, to tell me how much she wants me too. “You feel so fucking good. We fit perfect together.”
She’s quiet so I put my mouth back on hers, greedy and hot and wet, communicating with her through our kiss. My grip moves to her thighs, my fingertips digging into her skin. I should be careful, gentle, but I find that I can’t be.
It feels too fucking good. I need her too fucking much.
Her pussy tightens around me, locking around my cock like she owns it. She can have it. I’d have her fucking name tattooed on my cock right now if she asked me to.
Wait…
I don’t even know her name.
I break away from our kiss. “What’s your name?”
