And I loved presents.
I only wished I had the patience to enjoy this one more, but all the blood was rushing to my dick, and I’d be no good to anyone soon.
I ran my tongue up her slick lips before I flattened it against her clit.
Shoving her hands into my hair, she moaned my name.
God, I missed that sound.
My name on her lips as I pleasured her sent a wave of goosebumps over my skin.
I did it again, tasting her and wishing this could be my breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, and every snack in between for the rest of my life.
I’d put her pussy on a damn pedestal.
I wanted to plunge my fingers inside her, feel her come apart as she rode them.
But again, I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.
And I craved the connection, the passion, we experienced when we fucked.
…Made love.
We had more than a physical attraction to each other. We shared a love of music, a passion for life, and loyalty to ourfamily and those we cared about most. We were connected on different levels and her understanding and genuine kindness made me feel like she saw every piece of me. The good, the bad, the ugly… and she loved me anyway.
We were pretty fucking good at giving each other pleasure, though, and that was an added bonus.
How the hell had I survived six months without her?
Fucking idiot.
I was addicted to hearing her call out my name as I pleasured her.
Cadence pulled me up by my hair, and I threw her jeans over the stall with her blazer as my mouth connected with hers again.
I knew she could taste herself on my lips, salty and sweet. The perfect combination. I loved that she didn’t care.
Pulling at my belt and unbuttoning my pants, I had my cock in my hand in no time at all. Cadence’s soft, silky fingers wrapped around my shaft, running her thumb over the top.
“God damn.” I groaned into her mouth.
“I don’t have any?—”
“I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“What?”
Leaning back, I held her gaze as her amber eyes roamed my face. “I haven’t been with anyone else. There isn’t any need for a condom if you’re still on the pill. You are the last person I’ve slept with.”
Her eyebrows rose only a little. She was trying to hide her surprise, and I didn’t know if I should be flattered that she thought women liked me that much or offended because I’d been pining over her this entire time.
“Don’t act so surprised,” I said.
“I haven’t either. It’s only been you.”
That was the green light we both needed. I squeezed herass before grabbing the bottom of her thighs and lifting her against the wall. I angled my cock at her entrance and sank into her.
I saw literal stars. Everywhere.
