Page 117 of Even Exchange

So. Damn. Warm.“Fuck.”

“Yes. Fuck me.” She kisses my neck, nibbling against my collarbone, hands tight in my hair.

I hold her body close, trying to steady myself. Flashes of every fantasy I’ve ever had about this exact moment go through my mind. Except they were nothing compared to the perfection that is this reality.

“Please,” she begs. “Please, baby.”

Baby.

I slam in to the hilt, silencing her cries with my mouth, our tongues tangling. Frantic. Like if we stop, we might die. I know I would.

I thrust slowly, that euphoric feeling building. “This good for you?” I ask.

“Yes,” she pants out.

I slide my fingers into her hair. “You’re so beautiful.”

She laughs breathlessly. “Again, you can’t even see me.”

“I don’t need to.” I slow my movements. “I have you memorized.”

“How do I look now then?”

I bring a finger to her mouth, dragging it along her lower lip. “Your smile is relaxed. Comfortable.” My knuckles brush her cheek bone. “Your eyes, the most perfect shade of brown I’ve ever seen. Like dark honey.” I run my fingers through her curls, brushing out a few knots.Thrust. “Your hair is flawless.” I tighten my grip on it, and she gasps as I sink deeper. “Begging to be tousled.” I run my hands along her shoulders.Thrust.“Your skin is soft and perfect.” My fingers trace her sides down to her hip bones, landing on her perfect bare ass, and I squeeze.Thrust.“And don’t even get me started how pretty your pussy is.”

“Noah,” she whines, rotating her hips.

“Sì, soffione mio?” I chuckle, her impatience growing.

“I need more.”

“I’m trying to savor you.”

“You have all night to savor me,” she promises. “But right now, I want you to give me what I need.”

I slide a hand into her hair, the other gripping her thigh. “And what exactly is that?”

“Faster.” She pants. “Deeper.” She drops her mouth to my neck and bites. Hard. I gasp at the delicious pain, increasing my rhythm. The clap of our bodies echoing in the space. “And don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Tingles dance down my body. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She gasps against me. “I’m close.”

Shit.“Me too.”

My mind blurs, and I’m lost in her. Lost in us. She pulses around me, throwing herself over the edge. Her body sags slightly, and I pull out, my warm release landing between her thighs and on my hand. Once again, the small room is filled with purely the sound of our labored breaths blending together in a beautiful harmony.

Charlotte laughs. “You made a fucking mess of me.”

Pride fills my chest. “Hell yeah, I did.”

“I have tissues in my wristlet,” she says. “Can you look for my dress while I clean myself up?”

“Sure,” I reply, pulling out my phone and turning on the flashlight. Shining it on the floor where I heard the crash earlier, I locate a pile of crumpled satin. “Found it.” I pick it up, my fingers wet on contact. “Uh-oh.”

“What’s wrong?” she asks urgently, grabbing my arm to spin me around. The low light on her naked body has me wishing for another go. “Noah, focus!” she chastises, noting my distraction.

I drag my eyes from her beautiful body and shine the light on the material. “Your dress is covered in… paint.”

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