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“You’re asking me to move in with you?”
“I am.”
I pulled her in a little closer and kissed her.
“I’m not ever going to give you your heart back, Cindy,” I said softly. “But the least I can do is give you mine in return.”
Cindy smiled and I leaned in and kissed her again, slowly and deeply. The way I’d kiss her every day for the rest of our lives if she’d let me. She broke the kiss and looked at the key.
“Yes,” she said. “I’ll move in.”
I smoothed a stray lock of hair from her face and kissed her again. She shivered under my jacket, and I had to admit that the chill was getting to me too. The plan to fool around in the back of my truck sounded good in theory. But we weren’t kids anymore. I had an apartment with a bed and a door that locked. And I’d never been more grateful for it.
“I think we should head back to my place,” I told her.
“Do you now?”
“Yeah, let’s go test out that key. Make sure it works.”
Cindy caught on quickly, pressed a quick kiss to my lips, and got up. We scrambled back into the truck and made it back to my apartment in record time.
We barely made it through the door before my lips we on hers, devouring her, and I was pinning her to the wall with my body. I wanted nothing between is. I wanted her seared to my skin. I wanted inside her as soon as humanly possible.
But I wasn’t going to get anywhere with all these fucking clothes in the way.
I felt around Cindy’s side for the zipper on her dress, but my clumsy fingers couldn’t get it open. I considered just ripping it, but Cindy took pity on me, smirking against my lips as she undid the tricky little thing and let the top of her dress pool at her waist. A rush of lust ripped through me at the sight of her standing there topless with her fancy hairdo all mussed and her lipstick smeared. I was probably wearing some of it, but I didn’t care.
“What can I do to get you to stop wearing a bra forever?” I seethed.
She opened her mouth to say something snarky but reconsidered when I kissed her collarbone. I trailed my lips over her skin, between her breasts and down toward her stomach, making her moan my name.
I dropped to my knees and pulled the dress lower, running my lips over across her hip crease as I revealed more and more of her creamy skin.
I kissed her right above the waistband of the black lace panties she was wearing. She shivered. Her eyes were closed and her breath was coming in short, hot puffs.
“Luke, I need you,” she groaned. “Please.”
I was on my feet in a second, carrying her toward the bed. I laid her down over the comforter and ravaged her mouth as she tugged and tore at my clothes. She ripped a few of the buttons on my dress shirt, but I didn’t give a flying fuck about that. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders, and I made quick work of the rest of my pants and boxers until we were pressed against each other with nothing between is.
Cindy struggled beneath me, trying to push me on my back. I let her. She climbed on top, straddling my hips and trapping my dripping cock between our bodies. Cindy liked control in the bedroom sometimes, and I was all too willing to give it to her.
She caught my bottom lip between her teeth and bit down a little harder than usual. I grunted, feeling the sharp sting, and she ran her tongue over the sore spot to soothe it. She let her hands roam over my chest before steadying herself on top of me, pushing my shoulders into the mattress.
“Ride me,” I choked out.
She said nothing. She shot mefuck meeyes so intense, my breath hitched.
Cindy gave me one long stroke before lowering herself down, onto my dick, and the noise that came out of me was downright feral. She rocked her hips in a slow, steady rhythm, before lifting up and dropping back down again hard.
“Fuck, Luke.”
“Take it, baby. Take what you need.”
She hissed and picked up the pace, riding me with abandon. I felt something in my lower abs tighten. It was hell trying to hold off on coming until she was there with me.
I gripped her ass in both hands, really digging into her flesh as she bore down on me, chasing her orgasm with everything she had. I was dying to smack her ass. I wanted to leave a bright red handprint on her creamy skin and leave her with something she’d feel when she sat down tomorrow.
“Do it,” she seethed, like she knew what I wanted without my saying it.
