Page 40 of Boards & Betrayal

I picked her up as she started tugging at my shirt, her fingers insistent and needy. Her lips never left mine as I carried her up the stairs, our bodies pressing together with each step. We left a trail of discarded clothing behind us—shoes, socks, my jacket—each piece marking our path.

“Fuck, if this wasn’t our first time,” I murmured against her lips, my voice husky with desire, “I’d fuck you against this wall.”

“First?” She opened her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “How many times do you intend to fuck me, old man?”

I growled, the sound primal and raw. “As many times as it takes,” I replied before dropping her onto the bed.

“So romantic,” she murmured, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she helped me tug off her wet pants.

I grunted in response, my eyes roaming over her body. She was fucking beautiful—her skin glistening from the rain, her hair splayed out like a halo on the pillow. My hands shook slightly as I pulled off my own shirt, eager to feel her warmth against me.

Her hands reached for me again, pulling me down onto the bed. Our bodies collided with an urgency that bordered on desperation. My mouth found hers once more, and I kissed her deeply, losing myself in the taste and feel of her.

“Thomas,” she whispered against my lips, her voice a soft plea.

My name on her lips sent a jolt of desire through me. I trailed kisses down her neck, savoring the way she gasped and arched into me. My hands roamed over every inch of her body, memorizing the curves and lines that drove me wild.

“Fuck,” I muttered against her skin. “You’re perfect.”

Her fingers dug into my back as I continued my descent, my mouth worshiping every inch of her. When I finally reached the waistband of her underwear, I hesitated for a moment—just long enough to look up at her.

She met my gaze with a hunger that mirrored mine. “Don’t stop,” she breathed.

With a growl of affirmation, I hooked my fingers into the fabric and pulled them down in one swift motion. The sight ofher bare and vulnerable beneath me was almost too much to bear.

“Goddamn,” I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

“Thomas,” she said again, this time more insistent.

I moved back up to capture her lips once more before whispering against them. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I crawled on top of her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The anticipation was almost unbearable. I slid inside her, a groan escaping my lips as her warmth enveloped me. Every nerve in my body was on fire, a sensation that was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

I intended to be rough, to let the raw passion consume us both. But as I moved within her, something shifted. The urgency melted away, replaced by a need to savor every moment. I found myself slowing down, taking the time to explore her body with a tenderness that caught me off guard.

Her skin was soft beneath my hands, every touch sending shivers through me. I kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her lips and the salt of the rain still clinging to her. Our movements were unhurried, each thrust deliberate and measured. It wasn't just about the physical act; it was about connecting with her on a level I hadn't allowed myself to experience in years.

With anyone.

I watched her face as we moved together, captivated by the way her expressions shifted from pleasure to something deeper—something almost like love. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds of pleasure escaping her throat. I wanted to hear every moan, every gasp.

I marveled at how perfectly we fit together, how each movement brought us closer to that inevitable climax.

When she finally climaxed around me, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Her body tensed beneath mine, her back arching off the bed as a cry of ecstasy escaped her lips. Her face flushed with pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as waves of bliss washed over her.

She looked beautiful—utterly lost in the moment and completely vulnerable. The sight of her climaxing because of me sent a surge of pride and possessiveness through my veins.

"Fuck," I growled, feeling the tightness around me intensify. "I want that again, Ally."

The intensity in my voice surprised even me. This wasn't just about satisfying an urge anymore; it was about experiencing this connection over and over again.

And as we continued to move together, slow and deliberate, I realized that maybe—just maybe—this was more than just a quick fuck.

I kissed her, my lips trailing down to her neck as my fingers found her clit. Her body tensed beneath me, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at her response.

"Again," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you shatter on my dick."

She moaned, arching into me, her hands gripping my shoulders. My fingers moved faster, applying just the right amount of pressure. The sound of her pleasure drove me wild, fueling the fire that burned within me.

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