Page 21 of The Red Dress


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“Bo.” It’s a plea for him to stop, or to start. I don’t know.

He kisses me then, his mouth hard on mine, taking everything from me, completely obliterating the wall I’d built to keep my feelings for him suppressed. It all explodes free, and I lose any sense of control I may have had.

I open myself to him, letting him do what he will. We fall onto the bed, with me writhing beneath him, biting, clawing at him.

The banging on the door has stopped, not that it would have mattered. There is no stopping this now.

Bo’s hand reaches behind my neck and I hear the chain give a second before the halter falls away from me, exposing my breasts to him. He takes them into his mouth and bites at the crests. My legs tighten around him even as my fingers pull at his hair and keep him there, suckling.

“Fuck, Cris, I need you.”

I need him, too. Desperately, I bring his mouth to mine and help him undo his belt and yank his shorts off. His hands push my dress up and then the little scrap of cloth that covers my entrance is pulled aside, and he’s inside me in one stroke.

His intake of breath matches my own as he begins to thrust, and I’m lost in him again.

He fills me so deeply that every cell in my body feels the impact, and in this moment, I know there is nothing better than him.

Like an animal he fucks me, nothing tame or gentle. And when he feels me come, it pushes him into his own orgasm and he pours himself into me.

When it’s done, we both lay in a sweaty mess. I look up into his beautiful blue green eyes, and he bears his soul to me. He’s missed me as much as I have him, only he hasn’t been afraid to say it.

“Please, Cris we need to talk,” he says.

I don’t reply. I’m still struggling to breathe and I can feel my eyes glisten. This is too much. He’s too much. He takes too much from me and still I want to give him more. It terrifies me.

So, I shut him out and push against him until he rolls off. As fast as I can, I pick up my little pasty bra and pull my dress up to cover myself. Before he has a chance to say anything else, I run out the door like the devil is at my heels.

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