Page 56 of One Last Shot

When we reach my bedroom, I set her at the foot of the bed, then I slide her underwear down her legs and pull her wedges off her feet one at a time. When I stand, she’s got her hands in my boxers and is pulling them down my legs. They don’t come off easily, it’s always hard getting them past my muscular thighs. She’s squatting, sitting on her heels at my feet and her eyes are firmly locked on my cock where it juts out from my body at a hard angle. She reaches up and wraps her hand around my shaft as she takes the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before closing her lips around me and sliding me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Shit.” It’s the only coherent thought I have as I reach behind her and grip one corner post of my bed. She slides me out of her mouth, then takes me in as far as her throat will allow a few more times, and I’m feeling way too close. This isn’t ending with a blow job.

I take her chin in my hands and tilt her face up until I slide all the way out of her mouth, but she’s still got the base of me firmly in her hand. Her lips are wet and her eyes are wild as she looks up at me. “The first time we do this, I’m coming inside you.”

“That’s fair,” she says as her lips curve into a smirk. She stands. “The inside of me feels amazing, if I do say so myself.”

Holy shit.

I push her backward onto my mattress, pull my shirt over my head, and pull her knees up over my shoulders as I kneel at the end of the bed. She’s laid bare before my face, her slick folds are mesmerizing in their silkiness. I run my tongue over her clit and watch as her entire body convulses in response. It only takes a few more passes of my tongue over that sensitive area before she’s saying my name with reverence and longing. I enter her again with two fingers while my tongue works her clit, and she lets out a guttural moan. I know she’s extraordinarily close, so I slow down.

“Don’t stop,” she says with that throaty voice that’s sexy as hell. “Please, Sasha, I’m so close.”

I keep up the slow pace even as she wants more.

“Please, Sasha, make me come.”

I’m so hard I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside her soon, so I continue as she asked. She’s chasing her first orgasm and in my mind I’m already planning out her second.

“Yes,” she chants, as I feel her muscles contract around my fingers. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I slow my assault, giving her a moment to ride the wave of her orgasm, then I stand and reach my arm under her back as I drag her up the bed with me. “I told you you’d beg,” I say, brushing my lips across her eyebrow.

She reaches behind me and smacks my ass in response. “Iletyou make me beg.”

“Whatever you say.” She rolls her eyes at me as I reach over to the nightstand where I keep my condoms, even though I’ve never once brought a girl back to my place. The thought of sharing my own bed with someone has never crossed my mind. Until tonight.

She sits up, taking the condom from me where I stand on both knees in front of her, then tears it open and rolls it on. The feel of her fingers skimming over my erection has my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Not too quickly,” she says as she looks up at me through her eyelashes. “You owe me at least one more orgasm.”

I push her shoulder so she falls backward onto the pillow, then drop my hand on one side of her head so I’m propped up over her. “Are you always this demanding?”

“There’s nothing wrong with a girl who knows what she wants and goes after it.” Her eyes challenge me to disagree.

“There certainly isn’t.” In fact, there is nothing sexier than a confident woman who knows what she wants in the bedroom.

Sliding into her feels like coming home, like making a full circle. I’ve wanted her and us and this for what feels like my entire life, and so I refuse to think about all the reasons that I insisted it was impossible. Instead, I focus on her face—the bright blue eyes that are locked on mine, the straight ridge of her small nose, the perfect Cupid’s bow at the top of her full lips—as I pause, giving her time to adjust to me.

She reaches up, cupping the side of my face in her hand. “What are you waiting for?”

I pull out about halfway and slide back in slowly, and the small moan that escapes her mouth has me gritting my teeth. Her dark hair is splayed around her, the silky strands so different but no less sexy than her normal curls. Her lips are swollen and her breath is coming in shorter pants, her ribcage expands and contracts with each inhale and exhale and the way her breasts roll with the movement has me wanting my mouth on them again. I pull out again and slide back into her, trying to memorize the feel of her skin sliding along mine and the way her muscles grip me as I enter her.

She slides her hands from my face down to my neck. “Yes.” Has one word ever sounded so right before? My hips start moving to their own rhythm and she matches each thrust with the upward motion of her own hips. I’m trying to focus on her face, on the way her half-closed eyes are focused on my lips, the way her mouth is parted and letting out small gasps of pleasure. But I’m again distracted by the way those perfect breasts are bouncing with each thrust of my hips and I just want my mouth on them, which is impossible from this angle. So I sweep my arm under her back, and lift her with me as I sit back on my heels.

With her thighs spread on either side of my hips and her legs wrapped around my lower back, I can’t imagine that I could penetrate her any deeper than I already am. She rocks her hips away and toward me and moans another “Yes!” as I hit the deepest recesses of her. Then she leans back a little, resting one of her hands on the bed behind her while the other grips my neck, and with her back arched like this, those sexy-as-fuck pale pink nipples are pointed up like she’s waiting for me to devour them.

I bend my head down, sucking first one, then the other, into my mouth. Petra’s arched body slides along my abdomen as we move in tandem, joining and parting, skin slapping each time she sinks down onto me. I lift my mouth from her and try to memorize each movement, each moment, each look she gives me, but there’s not enough time. We’re both panting and I’m already feeling that tightening at the base of my spine. I grit my teeth and increase the pace, biding my time and watching as she half closes her eyelids while her lips part. I swear the sound of our bodies meeting is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard, until she whispers, “Fuck, yesss.”

Her muscles are clenching and releasing rhythmically, and she’s bucking her hips wildly against mine. I hold back as long as I can, wanting her to ride out every second of this orgasm, and then I move my hands to both her hips, pulling her down to me over and over as I spill everything I have into her.

We collapse back onto the bed, me on top of her. I want to prop myself up on my elbows but I can’t muster the energy, so I roll to my side instead, bringing her with me so we’re facing each other.

“Why haven’t we done this before?” she asks.

I just stare at her, unsure how to respond.

“Did you not want me like this, back when we were teenagers? Did you just think of me like a little sister?”

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