Page 32 of Taurus

I barely have a chance to take a breath before our lips are smashed together in a kiss so heated that I swear there is a fire burning between us.

He slides his arms around my body and lifts me from the ground, leaving my soaking wet flip-flops in the mud and carrying me up the stairs, never letting our connection break.

He kicks the door closed behind us, and we are completely encased in the darkness and silence. All we can hear is the pummeling rain on the house and our heavy breaths against each other’s mouths.

Within seconds, I’m pressed against the wall just inside the entryway and his hands are all over me, like he’s memorizing every curve, every dip, every perfection and imperfection.

“Fuck, Parker,” he finally says in a husky breath. “Your body is perfect,”

“You haven’t even seen it yet.” I drop my head back on the drywall and moan when his lips find the pulse in my neck. “I’ve changed a lot since you last saw me naked.”

“You’re better.” He kisses my neck again. “You’re fucking beautiful.” Then he finds my lips again.

We stumble over our feet, bumping into tables and bookshelves, leaving a breadcrumb trail of clothes in our wake.

I can’t see him, it’s too dark, but I can feel him. His thick, muscular arms around my body and his rough hands against my soft, delicate skin.

He sinks to sit on the edge of the bed and pulls me to stand in front of him, putting his mouth perfectly level with my exposed tits.

Lightning strikes outside and lights the room just enough, just for a moment, for me to see him lean in to take one of my nipples between his lips.

“Fuck,” I whisper and drop my head back. The wet tendrils caress my shoulders, sending cold droplets over the goosebumps making home on my skin.

I feel his fingers grip around my waist and he tugs me forward and up, urging me to climb onto his lap to straddle him.

I oblige without hesitation. I can feel his cock, hard and large, underneath me and it twitches every time I shift or move a muscle.

I feel so small around his huge form, but he makes me feel safe… secure… and worshipped. He takes my breasts in his hands and pushes them together, sucking both nipples at the same time.

“You like that?” he asks me, and I can feel his beard tickle my skin with the movements.

“God, yes, don’t stop.” I grind my hips between each word. I can’t help it. My body is chasing the friction and the release that will come from it.

Growing impatient, I push up on my knees and reach behind me, wrapping his dick in my grip and giving it a tug, but he pushes my hands away.

“Not yet,” he groans.

I whine and wiggle in his lap. “Don’t tease me. I need you inside of me.”

“Condom?” he suggests, pressing his hand to the small of my back, holding my chest close to his.

“I’m on the pill.” I wrap my arm around his shoulder and run my free hand through his hair. “I just need to feel you,”

In a flash, we are moving with me still astride him until he is on his back, with his head on a pillow, and the iron frame of the headboard within my grasp.

“Put me in… slowly. If I take control right now,” he scratches his nails up my rib cage, “I’ll break you,”

I slide a hand down and between our bodies and take his cock in my hand again, sliding the tip back and forth across my clit and down to the entrance and back up, spreading moisture across my heated flesh.

“Mmm,” I moan. “God, I’m on fire and you’re not even in me.”

“You’re soaked,” he tells me. “You were always so wet and responsive.”

“It’s you. You do this to me.” I align our bodies and sink down, taking his impressive length to the hilt. It’s nearly painful, but so fucking good.

We begin to move, writhing together and finding a perfect rhythm.

Rather than bouncing, I grind down, rocking my hips back and forth on him while he bends his knees and pushes me to lean back on his legs, exposing my clit for his taking.

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