Page 84 of Blind Prophet

The pressure as her hand molds to my crotch, rubbing me through my jeans, is divine.

“Jesus.” The prayer slips from my soul.

My brain clouds with lust, watching as she works on my zipper and fumbles with my jeans and briefs. I roll onto my back, assisting her.

Her slender fingers wrap around me, and she bends, and as lovely as the thought is, I don’t think I can wait anymore.

I squeeze her shoulder. “I need you.”

Fuck, I want her so badly my dick aches and my muscles quiver.

She moves up my body, her chest inches from mine, her nipples grazing my skin, leaving a burning fire in their wake. Her lips cover mine, and I hungrily probe her mouth with my tongue, holding her in place, luxuriating in the weight of her body over mine, the pressure of her weight squeezing my erection between our bodies.

She shifts, straddling me, and captures my dick with her glistening pussy. The heat, the warmth, it’s too much, and my gaze rolls upwards to the ceiling.

Light snowflakes swirl, and the fire crackles. The overhead lights gleam like stars.

She drags my tip through her slit, and my attention zeroes in on us.

“Do we need a condom?” She sounds breathless, but her hips continue to move in a mesmerizing motion.

“I’m clean.”

I risk a glance up at her.

“It’s been a long time for me,” she says.

My gaze locks on hers.

“How long?” We’ve been apart seven years. There have been others, I know.

“Years.”

Her answer dashes the unrealistic hope I subconsciously harbored that she’d say seven years, but I’ve got no rights. Only a fool would expect she’s steered clear of men.

“I’ve been tested,” I say, returning my attention to my crown, gliding across her seam, back and forth to a beat she’s creating. “It’s been a long time for me, too.”

“I’m on the pill.”

I wouldn’t honestly care if she weren’t. I want nothing between us. If she got pregnant, I’d be ecstatic. The thought strikes me as all kinds of wrong, but she positions me at her entrance, obliterating all additional thoughts.

“For cramps,” she breathes out, and it takes several seconds before my fogged brain connects the dots.

She slowly takes me, stretching around me.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”Heaven. She feels like heaven.

“Told you it’s been a while.”

The vision before me is enough to make me lose control. I heave up, capturing her in my arms, forcing her mouth to mine, as deep inside her as I can be.

Our kiss is fire. The flames lap from my groin through my spine. The urge to move builds. She tightens her hips, rocking down on me.

Instinct takes charge, and I flip her over, giving in to primal needs, slamming into her at a punishing pace. I’m so fucking close I have to slow, gather my bearings, and remember I need her quivering. I pull out, buying time, and she whimpers.

I maneuver her onto her side, lift her leg, and enter her from behind. My fingers find her mound, marked with her juices. I work her with my fingers, matching my penetrating rhythm.

The smell of sex fills the room, and I bury my nose in her neck. I scrape my teeth along the sensitive skin and nibble her earlobe; her spine curves.

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