Page 49 of Lucky Chance

“Let’s make it.” It was too late to order from anywhere. Most restaurants were closed, and I didn’t want to leave or get dressed.

Grabbing my briefs from the floor, I pulled them on. Stepping into the bathroom, I washed my hands, then splashed cold water over my face, drying it with a towel. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt different.

I looked a little younger, not as serious. Remi was good for me. I just hoped I was the same for her.

In the kitchen, Remi, wearing my T-shirt, put the pizza into the oven. Her nipples were visible through the material of the shirt.

“No bra?”

She shook her head.

I moved closer, my hand trailing up her thigh. “Panties?”

She tipped her head to the side, and her expression said Come and find out.

“How much time for the pizza?” I asked.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was a mess of waves around her face, but she’d never looked more beautiful. “Twenty minutes.”

“I hope you started a timer.” Once I got started, I wouldn’t stop until she was screaming my name.

She never answered because I pulled her shirt up, exposing her pussy and squeezing her ass. “You’re so beautiful.”

She was crazy hot. And all mine, at least, for tonight. I wanted to be inside her in the worst way, but I wanted to take things slow. As slow as you can get when she’d already sucked my cock and rode my face.

I separated her folds, gathering her wetness and circling her clit. “You’re wet.”

“I never stopped.”

When my fingers dipped inside, she gripped my biceps, going up on tiptoes. I kissed her, swallowing her moans. I thrust my fingers inside her, mimicking what I’d do with my cock, sliding my tongue between her lips.

With my free hand, I tugged her shirt up, ripping our lips apart to pull it off and over her head. Then our lips met again as if we couldn’t bear to be apart, even for the few seconds it took to get her naked.

She pressed her nipples against my chest, her hips moving in time with my fingers.

I should have teased her, brought her to the brink, then backed off, but I wanted her to go over again. I wanted her to ride my fingers, taking what she wanted.

I loved the way she fell apart, spasming around me, her head resting against my chest. I kissed the top of her head, removing my fingers, and tasting her juices. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

“You’re a dirty talker,” she said when I washed my hands in the sink.

“Surprised?”

“A little.”

I grabbed my shirt, pulling it over her head before checking the pizza. “It’s ready.”

Grabbing an oven mitt, I set the pizza on the stove. Taking her hand, I pulled her to sit on the sofa. “It’ll be a few minutes before I can cut it.”

She straddled my lap, her pussy settling over my cock.

I gripped her hip. “I want you, but I want to take this slow.”

She raised a brow. “Seriously?”

I chuckled. “I know this doesn’t seem slow, but I want you to know that when I fuck you, it’s not some rash, spur-of-the-moment thing. I thought about it and bided my time to get you.”

She shivered, hopefully from the intensity of my words. “I like that.”

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