Page 32 of Late to Love

I groan. I couldn’t resist her request if I tried. Lowering my lips to hers once more, I slant my mouth and take hers with an ownership I probably shouldn’t feel. There’s no stopping the way I want to possess her. To claim her as mine for all the world to see. I release her lips, kissing a trail down her chin to her neck, breathing in the overwhelming scent of her as I nibble the skin beneath her ear and feel her shiver beneath me.

“Cold?”

“No,” she sighs. “You found the spot that makes me crazy, that’s all.” Her arms tighten around me, her nails raking down my chest.

Hissing in surprised pleasure, I nibble once more, relishing the feel of her squirming in my arms.

I move back to her lips, plunging my tongue into her mouth with abandon. I want her. Want to feel the tightness of her wrap around my dick and hear her breaths quicken as she nears release.

When her hand dips down my stomach, angling to slip into my shorts, I almost let her. Instead, I put my hand on her wrist, halting its path.

“Because you don’t want to?” she asks, her eyes searching mine with obvious vulnerability.

“Does it feel like I don’t want to?” I ask, guiding her hand to my dick.

Her eyes flash, then heat once more. “So why not?”

“Because the first time we do anything, it’s not going to be on the beach like a pair of horny teenagers.”

She rises, pushing me onto my back and shifting to push me onto my back. I go willingly, taking in the way her lush curves are silhouetted by the fireworks behind her as she straddles me. Her thighs grip my hips, and her center is warm and damp, and I groan again, knowing the dampness isn’t because we’ve been in the ocean. “Darcy.”

Biting her lip as her eyes roll in the back of her head, her hips swivel slowly on top of me as she seeks her pleasure. Tendrils of wet, dark hair fall from the bun on top of her head, framing her beautifully as she moans. “God, Anthony. Say it again. Say my name again.”

“Darcy.” My voice is gravel as I wrap my hands around her thighs and grip so hard I’m certain they’ll leave bruises. “I want you. I want you in so many ways that it’ll take me years to be satisfied, and even then, it’ll never be enough.”

“Fuck, Anthony.” She moves a little faster.

“Am I getting you off, baby girl? Is my filthy mouth all it takes?” I watch her greedily, clocking every nuance of her expression, the way her mouth opens, the flush I shouldn’t be able to see in the dark but swear I can anyway, the hardness of her nipples that I’m keeping my hands off by willpower I didn’t think I possessed.

She whimpers. “I think so.”

I take over the rhythm, my dick so fucking hard that I might explode. “Ride my cock, baby. Get yourself off. I want to see you come. I want to know what you’re gonna look like when I’m fucking you.”

She pants, falling onto my chest with her hands, her nails digging half-moon crescents into my chest. It feels perfect.Sheis perfect, lit by fireworks from above.

“There you go,” I murmur, my voice going as deep as it can. “You’re almost there, aren’t you? Come for me.”

“Fuck,” she breathes. “Holy fuck.” Her hips buck, taking what she wants from me, and she whimpers as her entire body shudders, head thrown back and eyes closed tight with the orgasm.

I watch in rapt fascination, both devastated and wholly obsessed.

This woman will be my ruin. Everything about her was tailor-made to torture me, and all I want is more. So much more.

Her breath coming in soft gasps, Darcy opens her eyes and finds mine.

My lips tip up. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She smiles, her eyes hazy with pleasure. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. So, we’re even, maybe?”

I chuckle, shifting and rolling us so that she’s on her back and I’m between her incredible legs. “It’s not about being even. Never.”

She blinks. “That’s…not what I’m used to.”

The words are a cold splash of reality, and my dick gets the memo as well. This shouldn’t be happening. Yes, she’s an adult, but she’s had such little life beyond this. I don’t think she even went to college. I’ve got almost two decades on her. There’s a big difference. Though I’m not sure she cares.

“Where’d you go, Daddy?”

I jerk back to reality to find her grinning saucily at me. “You and that Daddy word,” I grumble.

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