Page 250 of Before Dawn

“Look at me,” I commanded, making her moan around my dick as our eyes met once again, and with a guttural groan I exploded into her mouth. She took it all, sucking me until the very end and swallowing every drop while I watched her.

“God,” she muttered.

“Stand up,” I whispered, still ready to go, feeling the lust immediately hardening my dick again.

My cock drifted from her lips, and she stood.

Once she was on her feet, I seized her arms and crashed my lips against hers—a full-blooded, hungry kiss.

As we broke apart, she gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Without missing a beat, I spun her around, positioning her to face the city. My hand found the small of her back, applying gentle pressure. She yielded, bending forward until her chin nearly touched the handrail.

I lifted the T-shirt she was wearing and tugged the thong down, exposing her pussy to the cold air.

I pressed up against her as she bent over the railing, my cock sliding between her legs and grazing her clit.

“Please,” she whimpered, the word dripping with desire.

Reaching around her trembling thigh, I brushed past my cock and slowly began to rub her clit.

“So fucking wet for me already, baby?”

“I’m always wet for you.”

My rubbing fastened, her breathing slowed to ragged pants and I dipped my head to suck her neck.

“Mikkel,” she breathed.

With a gasping cry that disappeared into the oppressive daze of dawn, she came all over my fingers.

We stood still like statues, as I waited for her to come back down to earth.

“You.” Shegasped. “Surprise.”She panted. “Me.”She panted again.

Without any notice, I sunk into her pussy with ease. I saw her eyes roll upwards and her eyelids flutter.

“Oh s-shit,” she whispered, her body shaking.

I started to ease out of her, then in again—a slow, metronomic rhythm. Her head dropped, the effort of looking back at me no longer possible with the sensations she was feeling.

“I’m c-cumming again,” she choked out.

Her pussy gripped my cock like a hand as she twitched and jerked beneath me as an electric orgasm tore through her.

She shifted, toppled sideways, and ended up in the crook of my arm. We lay there, on the balcony beneath the sky, our skin slick with sweat. She draped her leg over mine. As the snow began to fall, we quickly went inside and curled up under thick blankets, the chill outside making the warmth of each other’s embrace even more comforting.

“I can’t believe we had sex out there,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear, “I loved it.”

“It was perfect,” I replied, running my fingers through her hair. “Just you, me, and the sky.”

She smiled, tracing circles on my chest. “Do you ever get scared?”

I traced the curve of her jaw, watching her expression soften.

“Are you scared,amor?”

She let out a small laugh, almost wistful, and nestled closer, her fingers drawing soft circles on my chest. “Sometimes, yeah. Scared of us... of the future. What if we don’t get all the things we dream about?” Her voice trailed off, eyes searching the ceiling like she’d find answers written there.

I let her words settle between us, then tightened my arms around her, feeling the beat of her heart as it steadied mine.

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