Page 57 of Dirty Little Mistake

This girl had no idea what she did to me.

"And then?" I nipped at her bottom lip.

She smiled against my lips. "I guess we'll see what happens."

Her fingers traced a path up my neck before sliding into my hair, each point of contact leaving sparks in its wake. When her lips met mine, it wasn't with our usual urgency. Instead, she kissed me like she was trying to memorize the moment - soft, deliberate, achingly slow. The gentleness was its own kind of torture, making my pulse race faster than any desperate embrace could have.

My hands curled into her ass as she deepened the kiss parting her lips for me and letting my tongue explore hers, but when she rolled her hips over mine, I had to take control. I didn't know how far she wanted to go, but I was already rock-hard and might explode if she continued.

My arms hooked around her, tightening as I lifted and shifted, flipping her to her back without ever breaking from the kiss. I pressed my hips harder into hers, letting her feel exactly what she did to me, and she moaned into my mouth.

Fuck, I loved that sound.

I shifted to the side, shoving my hand down the front of her leggings as my mouth broke from hers, trailing over her jawline and down her throat. My legs separated, forcing her legs to spread wider for me.

I groaned against her heated skin as my finger slid through her slick flesh. She was so fucking wet for me. I wanted to take my time. I wanted to savor this moment, to remember the feel of her, the taste of her, but it was so fucking hard when I wanted her so fucking bad.

Her breath hitched as my fingers slid through her folds, the heat of her shocking against my cool fingers. I took my time exploring and learning her responses - which touches made her gasp, which made her grip tighten in my hair.

I pressed my thumb to her clit, moving in gentle circles.

"Oh my god," she breathed, the words dissolving into a shudder as I slipped a finger inside her. Her back arched off the couch, pressing herself closer. Through the thin fabric of her shirt, I could feel her heart racing against my lips, matching the pulse I felt around my fingers.

Her hand dove into my hair as my mouth found her nipple through her shirt. My teeth grazed the taut bud before sucking it into my mouth.

I pumped my finger in and out as I worked her clit in a rhythm that made her legs shake. "I need you to come for me." And I never meant that so much because I was so turned on, so worked up, I thought I might come with her. I added another finger, stretching her as I worked her shirt up, exposing her perfect tits.

My mouth worked her nipple as my fingers fucked her pussy until her entire body convulsed, and she screamed my name. My mouth captured hers, swallowing her moans as I withdrew my hand and ground my hips into hers.

The need to have her was almost overwhelming, but the weight of our history made me pause. I broke the kiss, drawing back just enough to study her face in the dim light. Her pupils were blown wide, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly. The sight of her like this - disheveled, wanting - tested every ounce of my self-control.

Our ragged breaths mingled in the narrow space between us. The room had grown darker, the fading daylight casting shadows that made everything feel more intimate.

"Do you want me to stop?" My voice was barely recognizable, rough with restraint.

Her fingers tightened in my hair. "No." The word was half-demand, half-plea. Her lips brushed my ear, breath hot against my skin as her other hand slid down my chest, nails dragging lightly through my shirt. "I want you naked," she murmured against my jaw, punctuating each word with a kiss, "and inside me." The last words were barely a whisper, but they hit me like a physical force.

My head fell to the crook of her neck. "God, I love it when you talk dirty to me." Her hands curled into the hem of my shirt before ripping it over my head and discarding it to the floor. She worked herself out of her shirt while I discarded my pants and helped her out of hers.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Fuck." I didn't have a condom. I wasn't expecting the night to go down like this. "I didn't bring one." She reached out to the table and pulled one out of the drawer, and a slow smile spread across my face. She'd planned for this to happen tonight.

I tore the foil packet open with my teeth before leaning up and rolling the rubber over myself as her eyes followed my every move. I collapsed over her, pressing my weight into her as I slid my cock through her pussy. "Does this mean I'm out of the friend zone?" I needed her to let me out of the friend zone.

"Yes."

That was all I needed to hear. I slipped inside her, slowly filling her. Her pussy sucked me in, fitting me like a fitted glove. I stilled giving her time to adjust to me as my cock twitched inside her.

I slowly rocked my hips in and out. "You feel so fucking good."

"Trystan," she pleaded. "More. Please."

I increased my speed, and she rocked her hips into me, meeting me stroke for stroke as her pussy squeezed me tighter. My fingers laced into hers, pulling them over her head and pinning them in place as I fucked her faster and harder, going deeper with each thrust until I couldn't stop myself.

"Fuck," I groaned against her mouth as her lips parted and she cried out as we went over the edge of ecstasy together.

We lay in silence, the room quiet except for our labored breathing, savoring the feel of our naked bodies together for a long moment before finally dressing and settling in for our movie night.

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