Page 60 of Fashionista's Playbook

She’d be tight and warm. And while I may not have been the first to make love to her, I was going to be the only one she remembered after tonight.

I’d thought that the first time would keep the idea of her from haunting me every waking minute and I’d stop dreaming of losing myself in that creamy white skin, burying my face in her full breasts, and licking her until she coated me with her desire. I’d been a fool, because one night with Moriah would have never been enough. The past week had been pure hell.

The swell of her breasts heaved with each breath, taunting me. Her pink, wet lips were parted just enough I could see the tip of her tongue. And lower, she was wet and beckoning.

Damn. Just damn.At this rate, I wasn’t going to last two minutes once I buried my cock inside her. That first time had been so hard, so fast, I hadn’t even thought about it. But now, I wanted to stay inside her as long as I could, until she was sweaty and glistening, until she’d come over and over again.

She wore only the necklace I’d bought her, and it had never shone more brightly.

Fuck. Moriah was turning me into a romantic fool. A horny one, but still a fool.

I owed her slow, and that’s what I gave, gently positioning the tip of my cock between her slick, silken folds. The strip of blond curls that covered her sex flanked both sides of me as I began that first, painstaking slide.

As she took me, inch by inch, I thought about everything other than the glove-like fit of her pussy around me to keep from coming on the spot.

She didn’t realize how beautiful she was. Hell, if I didn’t keep her ramped up on the edge of an orgasm, she’d probably try covering herself again. It pissed me off, because I had never seen something as hot as the curve of her ass or those breasts so big, they spilled out of my hands when I held them. I could get lost in her, wanted nothing more to do that.

Fuck.Barely inside her for a minute and I was about to come. I moved my hips and she gasped, her pretty blue eyes wide.

When I pushed a strand of blonde hair from her face, she bit down on the flesh of my palm just beneath my thumb. Not enough to hurt, but it sent a jolt of sensation up my arm.

“My wild little butterfly,” I chuckled through heavy breaths.

I buried myself inside her with a hard thrust, then pulled out slowly and thrust back into her more quickly. She arched, the apex of her breasts reaching toward the vaulted ceiling.

I clenched my jaw tight. Any other time, any other woman, I’d have closed my eyes and fucked her. But not Moriah. I wanted to watch her, to see her skin start to glisten, her breasts bounce with each thrust.

I slid my cock all the way out until only the tip was left between her folds, then rocketed myself back in, over and over,working in a calculated rhythm, timing my thrusts to her soft moans.

The sound of my balls slapping against her ass filled the room and my upper body tensed, fighting my own orgasm. Making love to Moriah was a delicious torture.

She reached for me and pulled me down against her. Her skin was like silk, a stark contrast to my own body.

I gripped her hips and pulled her ass off the carpet, angling my thrusts deeper. Her moans turned to gasps. The pleasure was scalding as it rocketed up my cock to my balls and sent me reeling. I bit down on her shoulder gently, to keep from spilling everything I had into the condom.

“Come for me.” I whispered against her ear.

And she was, her body tensing, sheened with sweat, and moving beneath me. I held tight to her, my rhythm faster. Each thrust had one purpose and one purpose only.

Then she gripped me hard, digging her toes into my ass and her fingers into my back. She screamed my name, my beautiful butterfly shouting to the heavens as she exploded. Hot, wet, and spasming around my cock.

How could she ever think that another woman could even compare to her?

I came hard, chills sweeping across my skin as my release shot like a rocket from my balls, down my cock, and then back up my spine.

“Moriah,” I croaked between clenched teeth, as I collapsed on top of her. More sated than I’d ever been in this life.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Moriah

He should have felt heavy on top of me, and yet the weight of him soothed me. He trembled for a long time after. Even still his lips were warm against my neck, my throat, and my jaw. I caught my breath, happy and satisfied in front of the fire.

“You are fucking amazing.”

I snorted and gave him a playful shove. “We need to get up. Vincent could make another sudden appearance.”

He rolled and pulled me with him, with little effort. “I changed the security codes; he couldn’t get in.”

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