Page 377 of One More Kiss

“Oh Jesus,” she moans. “Silas.”

My hand on her ass slips lower, gliding along the crease until I reach the tiny scrap of drenched fabric between her legs. “Your dress is nearly fully unzipped.”

Another gasp as I run my finger along her seam over her panties. She manages to unlock the door and the moment we slam it shut behind us, I drop my bag on the floor, spin her around so her hands and forehead are pushed into it. Without removing her unzipped dress, I fall to my knees, just as I said in the hall.

Pushing up the skirt of her dress over her hips, I take in the sight before me. Her ass… it’s so fucking perfect I can hardly stand it. My fingers twine in the thin strings on either side of her hips and then in one fast motion, I tear her underwear from her.

Before she can even formulate a noise or a response, I’m spreading her ass cheeks, tilting her hips back toward me, and burying my face inside her pussy. She shivers against me as she cries out. My fingers knead the soft globes of her ass as my tongue plunges up inside her.

“I can’t get enough of the way you taste.” Like skin and soap and so fucking feminine and perfect, my cock pulses.

I trace my finger to her clit, playing with the swollen, sensitive nub as my tongue continues to thrust in and out of her.

“Please,” she whimpers, crying out against the door as I pick up my pace.

Her sounds are my total undoing and I dive deeper into her like a man possessed. My hand holds her ass open, my nose practically pressed against her forbidden hole. I let my finger slide inside her, switching things around and sucking her clit into my mouth.

She grinds against my face as I increase the pressure on her clit while adding a second finger, curling it, and rubbing her inner spot. All I can breathe and taste is her, an intoxicating drug along with her moans and pleas and cries of pleasure.

She needs to come. I don’t have all night to fuck her the way I did Friday. I want her to come like this and then I want to fuck her in the shower and then I want to sit and eat dinner with her. And talk to her. And ask her things before I’m forced to leave.

Flicking her clit with my tongue one last time, she comes, muffling her scream in her arm as she writhes against my face. Finally, after the last of the aftershocks run through her, I remove my fingers and face from her and she sags against the door.

“You have no idea how good you are at that.”

I kiss her ass and stand, peeling her away from the door and kissing her deeply. “Happy to do it any time.”

“Fantastic. I like a man who isn’t afraid to get dirty.”

“I love getting dirty. Especially with you. But speaking of, I need a shower. I’m still in my scrubs.”

“I was wondering what was in the bag.”

“Do you want to shower with me?”

“Will you pin me against my shower wall and fuck me?”

An unstoppable smile breaks free across my face. “That was my plan.”

“Then absolutely.”

We make quick work of our clothes, laughing and stumbling through her apartment toward her bathroom. She turns on the shower, standing stunningly naked before me, and I feel it in my chest. A pinching. A tightening. A spasm. Something that’s telling me I’m already in trouble. She’s a woman I pined over the entire time my brother was with her and now that I have her…

I’m not sure how I’ll ever let her go.

I pick her up in my arms, walk us into her shower, and then slide inside her. Our eyes lock, holding on as I take her slowly against the wall. All the frenzy of before seems to wash down the drain. I want this to last forever. The feeling of being inside her. I can’t rush this. It’s too good.

I tell her that as I continue to pump, her legs wrapped around me.

Fingers dive through my hair, scratching at my scalp, holding me against her. We’re fused in every way, barely a hint of space between our wet bodies. She starts to grind against me, forcing me to up the speed of my hips. Our breathing is ragged as we exchange air, our lips connected without kissing.

“Faster,” she whimpers. “Please, Silas. I’m going crazy. I need it faster.”

My tongue juts out, licking at her, drinking the water from her skin. I give her what she wants, words failing me as I move harder and harder, faster and faster, in and out of her until her body convulses around mine, shaking and shuddering with her orgasm. I follow her over the edge, slamming my fist into the wall by her head as I let go, shooting myself inside her.

For a moment we stay like this, catching our breath and holding on to each other. Finally I release her, allowing her to slide down my body. I go for the bottle of shampoo, pouring some into my hands and lathering it in her hair. She throws me a goofy smile, one that says she can wash her own hair, but I can tell she likes me doing it too.

“Tell me about your day?” I ask as I take her injured hand in mine, checking the closure and the wound, making sure there are no signs of infection. “About the shop. Things still going well for you there?”

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