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His hot breath is heavy against my skin as I lift my leg and fold it over his hip. I dig the heel of my foot into his ass, pulling his groin dangerously close. His fingers tighten in my hair when I feel his hard cock press against my center. The thin fabric of our clothes does nothing to hide the uncontrollable way our bodies react to each other.
He adjusts the arm he’s holding me with, dipping his hand beneath the hem of my sweater to caress the bare skin of my back. The only noise in the room is the sound of our heavy breathing as we shamelessly massage each other’s skin. We can pretend like we’re trying to warm each other up, but we both know that this is more.So much more.This is fulfilling a craving we’ve been denying ourselves for years.
Unable to control my body, my hips start to roll in a painfully slow motion against his hard length. I’m afraid he’ll stop me if I move too fast, and I think I might die if that happens. Not only does his body feel like heaven against mine, but I’m both mentally and physically drained. I simply don’t have the energy to fight my need for him after today.
I can feel his frantic heartbeat thumping in tune with mine. I feel all the blood in my body rushing to my core like a heat wave. I can’t remember the last time I felt this wound up. The only experience that comes close to this feeling was the night that Everett turned my world upside down.
Him.It’s always been him, I think to myself.
I skim my arm up his back until I’m gripping his broad shoulder, clutching his body as I start to roll my hips faster. I’m not allowing myself to second guess this, because I need it on a primal level. I don’t think I’ll survive if he tries to push me away.
The folds of my pussy part from our consistent grinding, allowing his dick to nestle between my lips as I continue rocking against him. When I feel his thick tip brush against my clit, a loud gasp falls from my lips. In return, a throaty groan vibrates deep from within Everett’s chest.
“Skylar,” he moans, dragging his hand down my back to grip my waist. He digs his fingers into my hip as I repeatedly rock against him.
“I hope you’re not expecting me to stop this,” he groans, “because I can’t. I have no fucking control right now.”
“God, no,” I beg. “Please don’t stop me.”
My eyes roll back in pleasure when he starts using his firm grip on my hips to meet my frantic thrusts. I can feel the little wet spot growing in my leggings as he applies more pressure to my clit.
“I don’t want you to hate me in the morning for this,” he groans.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he tilts my head back to stare into my heated eyes. His gaze is as hungry as mine. His eyes are blazing with blue fire as he continues to let me use him.
“I won’t,” I say breathlessly.
“Promise me,” he grits out, holding my gaze while pumping his hips into mine.
“I promise,” I whimper.
My nails dig into his back when his hands reach my ass. He cups me in both of his large palms while seductively rocking his erection against my throbbing center.
“I can feel how wet you are for me, even through our clothes,” he hums, his tone husky.
“Mmmm,” I moan, gliding my hand up the front of his shirt.
Feeling bold, I explore every ridge and hard line of his torso until the pads of my fingers brush against his nipple. He lets out a deep groan before dipping his hand beneath the waistband of my leggings and panties, palming my bare ass in his large hand.
“God, this ass. I’ve dreamt about it,” he growls, drawing little whimpers from me as his fingers repeatedly knead the soft skin of my ass.
His eyes dart to my lips, like it’s taking all of his self-control to not slam his mouth down on mine. When he dips his head, making his intentions clear, I pull back just enough to stop him but not break our connection.
“No… kissing,” I manage to say between labored breaths. “And… no taking our clothes off. This is all it can be.”
If he kisses me, I’m done for. There will be no stopping at that point.
His face falls in disappointment as he slows his hips, relaxing his tight grip on me.
“So dry humping my dick is fine, but kissing is crossing the line?” he scoffs, still letting me savagely rut against his body.
“Kissing leads to more… and we can’t,” I shake my head. “You know we can’t.”
His eyes flinch with a pained expression.
“How do you justify what we’re doing right now, then? What makes this any better?”
I halt the movement of my hips because there’s no way I can think clearly while rubbing against his hard dick.
