“I don’t think I did,” she murmurs. “But I do now, Rafe.”
I open the door for her, then run to the driver’s seat. She has her hand resting on my leg as I drive toward the apartment. She slides higher, getting close to my crotch.
“You’re going to make me blow,” I groan.
“I thought that back at the theater,” she moans. “The way you were looking, the way you were moving…”
“If I blow now,” I snarl. “I’ll just keep going, Ava. You don’t know what you do to me. It’s like your… scent.”
“My scent,” she whispers, tone torn like she thinks she should laugh but doesn’t find it funny.
“I know,” I say. “Insane. But true.”
I reach across the car, racing through the city, and squeeze my hand down on her thick thigh. The noise she makes will never get old to me, a moan that tightens my balls and sets my shaft on fire.
She looks over, her eyes going saucer wide, her chest rising and falling, and making her tits heave for me.
“Are we almost there?” she asks.
I take a turn. At the same time, I slide my hand even higher up between her legs. She gasps when I press down on her corethrough her jeans. Her thighs clamp around my hand, keeping me there.
“Areyoualmost there?” I demand, rubbing hard in small circles. “The noises you’re making, I think you might be. Getting hot and heavy all during dinner. Knowing we’ll never, ever doubt this, here.”
She wraps her hands around my wrist, moving her hips, nodding, and moaning at the same time. I struggle to keep one eye on the road as I rub her faster and harder over her denim. She grinds her hips against me like she’s been waiting for this ever since we reunited.
I move faster, my voice turning savage. “You need to come on my fucking hand. And I need to feel it through these jeans.”
That gorgeous flush creeps over her cheeks and down her neck as I pump my arm. Her hips buck, chasing the friction in the sexiest way. My balls swell, tight and painful, with how full I am for her.
When she breaks, I feel a hot trail of precome dripping from my tip. She creams in her jeans, grinding her thick, beautiful hips.
“Fuck, I can feel you,” I groan. “I need to feel that wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes, yes,” she pants.
“Luckily, we’re home.”
She moans in relief as I pull up outside the apartment building. I toss the keys to the valet and lead her up, my hand on the small of her back. She looks at me in the mirror of the elevator, her breath still coming fast, a needy glint in her eyes.
When the elevator doors open, I sweep her into my arms. She throws her arms around my neck, kissing me on the cheek, then moaning and pressing against my lips. I carry her down the hall, open the door one-handed, then kick the door shut behind me and walk into the apartment.
“Are you going to give me the tour?” she says breathily.
“Later,” I growl, striding toward the bedroom.
She laughs in delight when I shoulder the door open and drop her on the bed. I take a second to just look at her, admire her curves, her wild hair cascading down. Those wide, hungry eyes that make me hot and hard.
“I’m bewitched by you,” I groan. “I know you need us to move slow with everything else, angel, but this… you obsess me.”
She shuffles down the bed, never breaking eye contact, then nods as she grabs her jeans and wriggles out of them. “I feel the same,” she moans.
I grab my pants and tear them down, then yank my briefs down. I step out of my shoes and kick the bundle off, my dick springing free, a line of precome dripping off.
She takes off her shirt, unclips her bra, giving me the whole feast. My mouth waters and my cock twitches as she massages her breasts.
I tear off my shirt, stroking my cock at the same time. Her hole is pink and glistening, her folds swollen and ready. I climb onto the bed, holding myself up so I can lower my head and suck greedily on her nipples.
She twitches her hips, dragging her nails down my back.
