Page 63 of Citadel

“Stop teasing.”

“Teasing? Baby, are you serious? The only reason I haven’t been making moves on you every hour on the hour is because you told me you didn’t want that. If you ever change your mind…” His eyes blaze. Steal my breath.

“If I change my mind, then what?”

“Then you better let me know.”

I’m breathing quickly. Tingles of excitement run up and down my spine. “I… It doesn’t seem like an appropriate time for it.”

“Sex is always that way. It hits us out of nowhere. Gets in the way. Distracts us. Makes us forget. It’s messy and awkward and anything but pretty. But we do it anyway because it feels so good.”

I lick my lips, my cheeks burning and my pussy clenching around nothing. “Is that supposed to be making me hot?”

“It’s just the truth.” He gives me that quick half smile again. “But it’s making you hot anyway.”

“So you think we should… we should just…”

“If that’s what you want. What you really want. You told me before that you wouldn’t fuck me again if it was only your body that wants it. But if more of you wants it now…” He leans forward like an animal on the prowl. “If all of you wants it, then yes, we should definitely fuck.”

I hesitate for only a few seconds. Then I say, “Okay.”

His eyebrows lift. “Okay?”

“Yes. Okay. Let’s do it.”

“You want it?”

“I thought that was obvious.”

“I know your body wants it, but I want more of you than that.”

I gulp. “All of me wants you. I don’t know… I don’t know what this means, but I want… I want to do this.”

His eyes search my face closely again, and whatever he sees there satisfies him. He nods and gives me an almost feral smile. “All right then. Get your little ass over here.”

With an indignant gasp, I crawl toward him. “Not very romantic, are you?”

He pulls me over into his lap so that I’m straddling his hips. “Didn’t think you were looking for romance right now.”

“I’m not.” I shift over him to get more comfortable, gasping again when I realize he’s already hard. I can feel the bulge of his cock in his pants. “Are you always turned on?”

“Not always. But way too often when I’m around you.” His hands have been spanning my hips, but he lifts one to take hold of my head. “You sure about this, baby?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

“Good.” He pulls my face into a very soft kiss. “Then get naked.”

I can’t help but giggle at the incongruence, but I do what he says anyway. Climb off him for just long enough to pull off my hoodie, tank, jeans, and panties and then straddle his lap again.

He’s been watching me strip as he yanks off his shirt and then unfastens his pants and pushes them down with his underwear. I reach for his cock as he eases me closer.

He sucks air in through his teeth as I stroke up and down the thick length of his shaft. “Fuck it all. You have no idea how much I’ve imagined you touching me this way.”

“Well, it’s real now.”

“I know that for damn sure.” He adjusts his position slightly, like he can’t quite keep his hips still. Then he pulls into another kiss, this one deeper and harder.

So deep it distracts me from my caress. My hand grows still around his erection. After a couple of minutes, his hips start making little pumps against my palm, like he’s instinctively fucking my hand.

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