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“Yes!” I gasp, hating that he’s right. Hating that as he taunts me, he’s right that once would never be enough. I would learn to crave him, to seek him out. I would let him use me for his pleasure, knowing he would give me mine as well.
“I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you. Neither of us want a relationship. We shouldn’t start. I’ll be addicted. I’ll need you.” He starts to pull away from me and a slow whine creeps out.
“Wait! What if it was just for the storm?” I ask, and he stills.
“Just for the storm?” I can’t wait any longer, the anticipation burning me up from the inside, needing him to make it better.
“Please, I need…” I don’t know how to think, how to articulate what I want from him. It flips a switch, and his features darken with lust. He grabs my waist and walks me backwards, steering me towards the bedroom.
“Oh sunshine, I know exactly what you need.”
Chapter 10
James
Ican’t fight her pull anymore, it’s killing me. I long for her as badly as she does me. I guide her into my bedroom, already playing out every scenario of what I want to do to her. The sweet smell of her strawberry perfume wafts around us, deepening my mouthwatering craving.
Her kiss is shy, tentative, when I lower my mouth to hers. She cradles my head gently, dragging me down to meet her 5’5” height. I take control, pulling her closer as my tongue sweeps into her mouth. Her movements are clumsy, and I coax her with my own until she’s moving with me, matching my stride.
I swallow the soft sigh that escapes her and grab a handful of her ass.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, sunshine,” I groan into her mouth as I lay us down in my bed, pulling my shirt off of her as she grabs ruthlessly at my clothing. When her frenzied hands stop, I’m in my boxers and there is nothing shielding her perfect tits from me. A small handful each, tipped in a dusky pink, heaving with her breaths. I take a moment to admire her, the gentle curve ofher waist leading to her slender hips. I spot a small tattoo hiding on the side of her ribs and a smattering of freckles across her chest.
So fucking perfect,I think to myself as I take my time, mapping my way across her smooth, creamy skin, curling my thumbs over her hipbones as I drag her closer to me, causing her to fall back onto the bed.
I thank all my lucky stars that I washed my sheets the other day as I press her into the mattress, careful to keep my full weight off of her. I let myself rest between her hips, kissing her until she starts to wriggle underneath me.
“What do you want, sunshine?”
“Please!” she gasps. I move my mouth to kiss her jaw, her neck, her collarbone as her uneven breathing stutters. I love how easily I can overwhelm her, how responsive she is to my every touch.
“Please what?” I tease, knowing I’m driving her crazy.
“James, I—” I roll my hips into her, cutting her off as she tosses her head back, a low moan tearing out of her.
“Look at me, sunshine. What do you want?”
“Stop teasing,” she says, out of breath. “I need you.” Her forehead is against mine, her hips gyrating feverishly. A dark chuckle escapes me, spurring her on.
“Okay, sunshine. Is there anything off limits? Anything you don’t want?”
She considers for a moment.
“Don’t put your fingers in my mouth.” I hang my head, grinning madly.
“Don’t worry, sunshine, I know where everything goes.” I sneak my thumbs into the waistband of her borrowed joggers before I slide down the bed, grabbing her ankles and spreading them as far as she can comfortably.
She instinctively shields her core with her hands.
“Don’t cover yourself, let me see.” I gently, but firmly, move her wrists, pinning them to either side of her hips. “Oh fuck, look at this pretty little pussy dripping for me.” I stroke my cock leisurely through my underwear as I watch her tremble in anticipation under my scrutiny, her flat stomach tensing. I reach forward and collect some of her arousal, using it to glide through her folds. The caveman in me can’t let go of the thought that no man has ever touched her like this, never heard these sounds.
In one swift movement, I flip her onto her stomach, pinning her between my legs as I kneel over top of her. She makes a small, gasping inhale as I drag my touch down her body, going maddeningly slowly as she shifts her hips. I pull her up so her ass is in the air, keeping her shoulders down on the mattress. I watch her arousal bead at her entrance, the way it drips down the inside of her thigh.
I must be dead. There’s no way this is real life.
On the off chance that it is though, I plan to make the most of every second. I take my time, exploring her thighs until I reach her ass and part her for me while she squirms. She looks fucking edible. I drag a knuckle through her glistening folds and feel pure, primal pride when she whines into the pillows. She holds my sheets in a death grip, and I lower myself to lick one long stripe up her slit. She tastes so fucking sweet, and she mewls as I slowly enjoy her.
I need at least one orgasm from her before I have my filthy way with her. I need to make sure she’s as relaxed and ready as possible to take me.
