His hand glides relentlessly up my leg.
CHAPTER 28
DAMIAN
Ithought I was going to be able to maintain control. When we were talking emotionally about the future and the past, neither of us acknowledged my rod was as hard as steel the whole damn time.
When I feel the heat radiating from her core, I know I’ve lost the battle. She gasps and buries her face in my shoulder. I push her legs apart, palming her pussy. My dick pushes against the thick perfection of her ass through the robe.
She shifts her hips, grinding against me. Making me fucking crazy.
I don’t keep watch. I don’t think of my best friend. I don’t think of the killing, the blood, and the pain.
All that matters is Celine.
Bracing her back, I rub the heel of my palm up and down her slickness. She moans against my neck, her warm breath adding to the pleasure.
I fucking love the way her breath hitches when I move my hand even faster, adding more hungry, no—starving pressure. My cock twinges like it might explode right now. But there’s no damn way I’m going to spill into my pants when her tight, slick pussy is waiting for me.
She opens her mouth and bites down on my shoulder, gasping as I pump my hand faster, giving her needy nub all the attention she deserves.
The voice telling me to stop, telling me this is a mistake… it’s a distant dream. So far in the background, it might as well not exist.
She gasps when I stand, lifting her up at the same time. As I carry her to the couch, I toy with her pussy. Stroke her clit and slide down to her hole, circling her soaked entrance with my finger. Never stopping the attention. Like a small break might shatter the spell.
I sit her on the couch, then kneel. Grab her legs and pull against me so that her thighs are resting on my shoulders and I’ve got the perfect view of her pink and excited pussy.
She wraps her legs around my head, links her ankles, as if she knows I might come to my senses and pull away. As if this is the last thing she wants. Even if she knows it’s the thing weshoulddo.
But hell, I’m not pulling away.
I greedily press my face against her sex and open my mouth wide. Turn my tongue into an artist’s brush and stroke all over her lips, moving from her clit to her hole and then back again. Letting her feel every lingering tongue stroke. Painting her pussy with my need like a fucking canvas.
I slip my hands between her and the couch, taking big juicy handfuls of her ass. Her curves make me wild. Groaning noises escape me despite the fact that her brother is upstairs, could come down here and catch us any second.
We haven’t even closed the goddamn door. But stopping to do that feels wrong somehow.
I kiss her clit, suck it. Then harden my tongue so that I can fuck her tight tunnel with my mouth. She lets out a cry, quickly covering her mouth when I move my face back and forth.
At the same time, I let go of her ass with one hand. Bring my fingers to her clit and rub furiously as I tongue-fuck her perfect passage. Her hips move unstoppably, driven by pure instinct, pure lust.
She smooths her hand through my hair with one hand. With the other, she grabs a cushion and brings it to her face. Bites down and muffles her moans of pleasure in it.
I know her release is coming from the way her body stiffens up. The moans stop, and her hand opens and closes on my head. Fingernails brushing against my scalp as I tongue fuck her and massage her nub.
She squeezes her thighs tighter around me. I shudder all over in response. I taste the difference in her slit. The perfection of her release flowing over my tongue and mouth.
She bucks her hips, moaning again.
Finally, she lets the cushion fall to the side, staring down at me, face red and eyes glistening with tears of release.
When she stands, I think she’s going to tell me we have to stop. Instead, she grabs my shirt and lifts it over my head. Next, shetakes my shorts and tugs on them, yanking them down. She does the same to my underwear, then grabs my shoulders and spins me to the couch.
She pushes against my chest. I sit heavily, my cock solid, pointing straight up so that precome slides down my length.
I almost lose it when she strips her robe off. There’s something so hot about the way she does it. Any remnants of the nerves she felt our first time melt away.
She stands naked in front of me, her mounds bouncy and thick, her peaks taut with desire. Her thighs glimmering from release and yet ready for more.
