Page 23 of One Night Only

Our mouths cling to each other in a rabid frenzy while our chests rub, glide, and fall away, just to come together to experience that sensation again. Fuck, the press of her breasts against my chest is a direct shot to my adrenal glands.

Pushing her back against the wall, I pinch one stiff nipple between my fingers, and she arches off the wall. Her breasts are perfect in my palm, overflowing and soft. There are so many things I want to do to them, to her. The list will occupy me for at least thirty years. I squeeze and cup and knead the delicious weights, imagining my cock lodged between them, the broad head hitting her lips on every upward stroke.

“Please, I need more,” she says, running her teeth down my neck in pouty demand.

Chuckling, I move down, bend my torso, and lick up between her folds.

My first taste of her is deliciously tart. Her scent is rich musk, and it’s all for me.

Unfortunately, I have to let go of her and brace myself on the dresser. And brace my girl too, because she nearly falls into my face as I lick her up again.

Her moans are erotic, her cries soft, and her body is explosively responsive. I press the flat of my tongue against the swollen bundle of nerves and the tip of my thumb into her entrance.

I want to wreck her and then remake her so every inch of her knows me, needs me. It’s a madness in my blood, and I don’t fight it.

Her fingers tug at my hair, hard, and a sob breaks free of her lips. “Don’t stop. Just a little more.” Her tone is ragged, and her body is full-on trembling now, crawling toward the edge. The cabinet makes these tiny squeaks in rhythm with her hips. And outside, the storm is getting wilder, rougher.

But nothing beats the scent and sounds my girl’s making for me.

I stop after nipping at the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

She gasps, and more arousal dampens my digits. My heart feels like it will break apart at the seams at how she reacts to my every move. While my cock is leaking so much pre-cum that the front of my trousers is actually wet.

“Ethan,” I say, rubbing my nose against the pink bite mark on her brown flesh. She has a dark birthmark here, in the shape of a fluffy cloud. I lick around the edges of it, learning its shape. “It’s Ethan, Annika.”

She’s breathing so hard that her words come out broken. “I… okay, Ethan.” She licks her lips as if she wants to taste my name. “Ethan, will you please do that again so that I can come?” she asks prettily.

I bury my laughter in her pussy and suck her clit while I play with her entrance.

She comes like spring rain, falling apart in a flash of sudden, colorful thunder, screaming my name. Dancing her bottom to the edge of the dresser.

I drown in her scent, in her taste, in the sounds she makes.In her.

Grabbing her thighs, I pull myself up, thankful for the strict strength training regimen I follow. Or my back would have blown out like that.

For my girl, I have to stay limber and in shape. For already I know that she’s a sexual creature, a needy thing, and I never want to let her down.

Because this treasure of a girl is mine. All mine.

I come up for air, pull her shirt down, but keep her wet pussy snuggled up against my cock. My hips cant forward with a mind of their own. And I groan at the sensation of her softness.

But I’m not ready yet to be inside her. Because once I get in, I have a feeling I’ll not want to leave.

Annika opens her eyes, and there’s wonder in them. Her lashes cling together in wetness, and the tip of her nose is red. “I-I don’t have words for it.”

“Kiss me. Taste yourself on my lips.”

Eyes searching mine, she does so. Her moan as she finds herself on me is decadent, filthy, wicked.

All the things I want to do to this girl, and all the things I know she will enjoy with me. Once I get her out of the cage she seems to have locked herself in. And if I can’t get her out, I’ll have to crawl in. It’s a revelation how fully prepared I am for that too.

Her hands drift to my hips, then she grips my ass and pulls forward. “I feel like I owe you something after that.”

I laugh and tuck a damp strand behind her ear. “You don’t owe me anything. Getting you off is its own reward.”

She grips her lower lip between her teeth. “You don’t want to come?”

Her blush is adorable. “I need a shower.”

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