Page 93 of Without You

“What was your favorite part of that night?” she asks, coyly, her hand grazing over my dick through my jeans.

“Just one part? There’s no way I can narrow it down.”

“Have you watched the tape yet?”

I still can’t believe she wanted to make a video of us having sex.

“Yes. It’s fifteen minutes of the best distraction I’ve ever had. You walked into the office carrying that pizza so that we could have a bit of time together. You know, since you missed me so terribly not having seen me since that morning. I have no idea what came over me but all I could think was that I needed to eat you first before we dove into the pizza.”

“Oh my gosh,” she whispers, rubbing herself on me. “Keep going.”

“I grabbed that pizza from your hands and it’s a miracle it didn’t get ruined because I just tossed it right onto the counter without a care.” I pull her close and kiss her neck. “Then I did a little of this. You remember?”

“Mm hmm.” She nods, placing her hands on my shoulders to steady herself.

“I pulled your shirt down over your shoulder and I wanted to die right there. I’ve never thought shoulders are sexy until I became intimately acquainted with yours. I ran my tongue over your shoulder,” I demonstrate every move I describe, “like this.”

I have never wanted someone as often as I want Katie.

It’s a constant need, to be inside her, with her, around her, touching her. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to mind.

“Remind me what came next?”

“My pleasure.”

She giggles and corrects me, “Pretty sure it was my pleasure that came next.”

“Oh, that’s right. Kind of like this, right?” I lay her back on the table, untie and remove her shoes, and slowly glide her leggings down her legs, bringing her underwear with them. And I dive in and do exactly what I did two nights ago when I had her laid out before me and I let my tongue flick her clit and lap her up. She places her legs over my shoulders, her thighs pressed against my ears. Nuzzling my nose into her, I inhale deeply then lick her top to bottom, groaning and loving her taste.

“Is it starting to come back to you?”

She moans as my tongue returns to her center, tasting, licking, loving every second. “Hmm. I think I need a few more reminders.”

Her fingertips dig into my scalp, sending tingles down my spine.

“B… B… Brody!” Her shout echoes in the small office space, exactly like what happened two nights ago.

Her orgasm is powerful, her legs quaking and goose bumps popping up on her body.

Before she can even come down from her high, I’m standing up, gripping the hem of her shirt and lifting it. She gets the point, sits up, pulls it off, reaches behind her to unhook her bra as I push down my pants and boxers and thrust inside of her with her legs once again on my shoulders.

“I’m st… st… starting to remember a little bit.”

“Need more reminders?” I ask, panting, looking down at her, pinching one of her nipples and pumping faster.

“Oh, yeah,” she moans, reaching her hands up and gripping my forearms.

“Yeah.”

Katie lifts her hips and I wrap my arms under her ass, my fingers biting into the soft flesh.

“So good,” I moan. “Every damn time. Paradise.”

“Paradise,” she repeats.

How is it that every time I’m inside her it’s better than the time before? It seems impossible but yet…

She cries out my name and her eyes squeeze shut.

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