Page 113 of You Only Need One

The backs of my knees connect with my bed, and I bounce as I half-fall, half-sit. At first, I chuckle, finding her playfulness funny.

Then, she straddles my lap, and my laughter turns into a moan. Now the one in charge, she presses her eager mouth against mine. One arm wraps around the back of my neck while her other hand rakes over my scalp and tangles in my hair. With one rolling movement of her hips, Holly presses her hot core into my groin, and I get a straight shot of pleasure up my spine.

I need more.

My hands come into play, wrapping around Holly, pulling her flush against me. Her every curve pushes tight to my chest, and my memory returns the image of her naked breasts. When I groan, it mixes with a happy sigh of hers, and she gives another mind-numbing roll of her hips.

“Holly!” I choke out her name, not sure if I’m scolding her or begging her.

With a last swipe of her tongue and nip to my bottom lip, Holly leans back, so I can see her devious grin. “Ben, I just want to say thank you for helping me today.”

Another rocking of her hips has me growling with my eyes closed. She moves again, but this time, her hips don’t push forward, instead sliding backward.

I tighten my arms, not ready to give up the sensation of her soft body against mine even if I should. If anything has felt better than this, us wrapped around each other, I can’t remember it. With every other girl I’ve been with, touching has felt good, sometimes great. But, with Holly, it’s like I’m missing something when she’s not in my arms.

She belongs here.

A throaty chuckle and a hand firmly massaging my groin have me bucking so hard that the springs in my bed start squeaking.

When I meet Holly’s gaze, she raises one eyebrow. “I want to thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” My voice comes out choked, as if someone had their hands wrapped around my throat.

In reality, she’s got a grip on something a bit more precious.

Holly shakes her head, still smiling. “No. I haven’t thanked you yet. Let me go.”

Unable to deny her anything, I let my arms fall to my sides.

She doesn’t stand up, but instead, she slides to the ground, kneeling in front of me. Her hands push my knees open, so she can move in closer.

My mind is in a fucking uproar, and my dick wants me to beg her to keep the promise that’s in her eyes as she stares up at me.

But I’m not an animal, so I let my heart take one last precaution. “Holly, you don’t have to—”

“Ben”—she reaches out to give me another firm massage through my jeans, effectively cutting off my statement as I groan even louder—“I want to.” She hooks a thumb around the button at the top of my pants but pauses. “Do you want me to?” She watches for my answer.

“Hell yes!” The words come out strangled and too loud, but she just gives me her sassy smile.

Then, with quick fingers, Holly undoes my fly. My cock springs free. She licks her bottom lip, and I know I’ll be lucky if I last more than a minute.

At her gentle grip, I jerk involuntarily. A bead of pre-cum seeps out, and she uses her thumb to spread the moisture, caressing the sensitive crown and daring my heart to beat faster.

My brain cranks up to feverish levels. I think I’m going to have an aneurysm from the slow, deliberate way she’s playing with me.

The temperature spikes when she drags her tongue from base to tip and then sucks on me like I’m a decadent dessert. I can’t look anywhere but at her or think of anything other than the feel of her hot, wet mouth on me.

She draws me in as deep as she can, using her firm hold to make up for the distance. After experimenting with different movements, Holly settles on the perfect rhythm.

The sight of her pink lips wrapped around my dick is so sexy; it doesn’t seem real. I reach out, gathering her silky chestnut hair into my fist, keeping it out of her way but also giving me something to hold on to, something other than her addictively skilled mouth, to let me know that this isn’t all in my head. We’re in the real world, and Holly Foster has me in her mouth.

I’m the one she wants, the one she’s gazing at with all that hunger.

It’s like we’re back before I got sick. I’m healthy and strong and someone to be desired.

Her strokes push me closer and closer to the edge.

It’s all I can do not to thrust into her like a savage.

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