“Open,” I whisper.
The same way she did to me that first night we spent together.
Only now, everything’s different.
She sucks in a surprised breath…and then wraps her lips around me.
NowI’mthe one panting. “Fuck,” I groan as I watch her suck the entire length of my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue glides over them, and I canfeelthe way she moans at her own taste.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel her for real.
Lifting to my knees, I hurriedly push my boxer briefs down before leaning over the bed to grab my jeans. I pull my wallet out and then the condom, the action giving me enough time and brain power to wonder…What would it be like to fuck her bare?
But that question feels too close to the question ofcanshefuck me bare, so before my brain can spiral from the reminder of Scarlett’s job, I quickly slide the condom on and settle over top of her again.
I’m just about to guide myself inside her when it registers how hard she’s squeezing my arms. Not because she’s nervous, but because she’s still wearing the blindfold.
It’s enough to make me slow down, to stop myself from getting lost in Scarlett’s body. This is more than just fucking.
Slowly, I lower my head to kiss her. And the moment our lips touch, a relieved sigh rushes from her lips and her arms wrap around my neck.
This.This is what I wanted. To feel close to her. To feel like I’m…more. For her.
With our lips connected, I reach down and guide myself inside her.
We both moan into our kiss.Fuck, she feels good.
When I start to fuck her, it doesn’t take long for our breathing to become so labored that our kiss becomes two opens mouths pressed together.
Eventually, I drop my face to her neck. “You feel so fucking good,” I groan into her skin. Scarlett answers with a whimper, her nails scraping across my back.
At the feel of it, I have the desire to restrain her hands, too. I want her as lost to me as I am to her.
I reach back and guide first one arm, then the other, up and over her head. Locking our hands together, I press them into the mattress as I take her lips in another kiss.
“Feel me,” I whisper against her lips. “Feelonlyme. Feel how gone I am for you.”
Her hands tighten around mine as she kisses me harder. As if shecanfeel it.
It’s only when our breathing becomes labored again that I let my lips drift from hers. I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, across her collarbone. Eventually, I go low enough to suck her nipple into my mouth.
Moaning, she arches into me for more.
With my hands still pressing down on hers, I worry her nipple with my teeth. And then I change my thrusts to grind down on her clit.
“Nico,” Scarlett gasps, writhing beneath me.
When I switch to her other nipple and hold my focus on her clit, her squirming increases. She’s close.
I’m so focused on how she feels under me that it takes a second to register that she says my name again. And again.
I let go of her nipple and slide up her body. “What is it, baby?” I murmur as I press a kiss to her shoulder.
“Kiss me,” she gasps. “Please. I want you to kiss me while you f-fuck me.”
Maybe it’s hearing her curse, maybe it’s the request itself. Whatever it is, her words have me freezing, and then rushing to fulfill her request.
I let go of her hands, one of mine sliding under her shoulder to the back of her neck to hold us together. With the other, I slip the blindfold from her eyes, and then I kiss her with the desperation that only a man is capable of.
