She grabs my hair and drags me down. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
I do.
And kissing becomes slow, hungry, reverent touching. Her hands on my back, my hands sliding up her thighs.So silky.I have no idea how I’m supposed to keep my wits. Her breath breaks when I lower my mouth to her breast, circling her nipple gently with my tongue until her hips lift helplessly toward mine. Fuck. Oh,fuck. My cock has never been this hard in all my life, and I want to bury myself in her so far, fill her past her limits, until I’ve ruined her for anyone else and she craves nothing but me, morning, noon, and night.
“Oh-” she gasps, fingers tightening in my hair. “God…”
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her skin. Anything she asks for, I’ll give her tenfold.
“You,” she breathes. “All of you. Now.”
Thenowin her urgent voice almost destroys me. In a fever of seizing the moment, I strip her leggings off, kiss the inside of her knee, work my way up until she’s trembling. When I slide my fingers through her, she whimpers, wet, ready, and utterly open to me. Her slit is so pretty, petal pink and delicate, the sweetest I’ve ever seen, and my pussy worship kink snaps at my heels.
“Ally,” I say, voice breaking, “I need you to tell me again. Please.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, dark and unflinching. “Yes,” she says. “I want this. I want you.”
Only then, when consent is loud and clear and repeated, do I lower my head and have the first taste of the cunt of the woman of my dreams. I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life, the way her whole body jolts when I dip my tongue into her channel, the way she whimpers when I circle my tongue over her clit. I groan; she smells so fucking good, sweet and fresh and natural.
Parting her lips with my thumbs, I lick every part of her like it’s my only chance, and I won’t leave a single inch unkissed. I take my time, enjoying the way her flavor spreads across my tongue, and mindlessly grinding my hips against the rug, which gives me exquisite relief and unbearable torture all at once.
Ally’s head rolls from side to side, her beautiful body starting to glow with sweat. “Tell - tell me if you get bored,” she grits out through her teeth.
I scoff. “I’m afraid pussy worship is my kink. You’ll get tired of this before I do, I promise.” She lets out a startled giggle as I resume before she so rudely interrupted me with her insecurity.
Soon, too soon, I find a rhythm that Ally particularly likes, rubbing my tongue over her clitoris with firm pressure and a steady speed, not too fast or too slow. Her whole body tenses in a way that makes goosebumps of anticipation break out over every inch of my skin, and her breath shatters on a moan that feels like both purity and filth. “Now,” she begs before her orgasm has fully died away. “I want you inside me now.”
My heart sinks with an infuriating realization. “Um… I didn’t bring any condoms here. Wasn’t exactly expecting company, least of all -”
“Don’t need it.” She taps her arm. “I have the implant. And my last tests were three months ago, all negative.”
Holy shit. Even the thought of sinking into her, inch by inch, with no barrier between me and her soaking, soft pussy has me dizzy. “Mine too. Four months ago. No lovers since. If you need -”
“I trust you,” she insists, pulling at my jeans until she takes my cock out, her breath stilling as she feels its girth. “Bloody hell.”
I chuckle. “There’s the Yorkshire lass I remember.”
“You Yanks have an easy accent to pick up, sue me.” Biting her lip, she lines me up against her wet entrance and gasps as my hips jerk in response, nudging into her.
My forehead drops to hers. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I say with the last vestiges of my sanity and self control.
“It’s perfect.” Her nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
I press into her, slow at first, then deeper when she wraps her legs around my hips and urges me faster. She meets each of my movements with desperate, hungry precision, her body heating under mine like the fire behind her.
The room disappears.Everythingdisappears.
There’s only her.
Her mouth at my ear, breath hitching. Her back arching, her thighs trembling around my waist. Her voice breaking on my name like she’s been holding it for years as she grinds herself at the angle that pleasures her the most.
“Nate -” she gasps. “I’m - holy shit -”
“I’ve got you,” I pant, losing rhythm, losing everything except the way she’s falling apart under me.
When she comes, she clenches around me so hard I lose my breath, her cry muffled against my shoulder as her whole body convulses in my arms for a second time. I follow a heartbeat later, burying my face in her neck with a rough, helpless groan, emptying into her like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this one irresponsible moment.
The room slowly returns in increments. The fire crackles. The storm continues raging softly outside. Ally’s fingers run through my hair, soft and shaking. I kiss her shoulder, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, which lifts as she cups my jaw and whispers, barely audible, “We’re in so much trouble.”
