But I feel it.
Without letting myself think further, I lean forward. And press my lips to his.
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James
For a second, I’m taken aback, but then the softness of her lips sinks into mine. I savor it. It’s soothing. A balm for what’s twisted in me. For that part of me, constantly searching for something I can’t put into words. I don’t react; I just let her brush her mouth against mine. She moans deep inside her throat, and a shiver runs through my body. She feels like I’ve gone diving into an ocean of sweetness. She’s everything that’s good about this world. She's an antidote to the harshness I’ve faced in my past. She feels incredible.
I sense the exact moment she realizes I’m not responding to her, for she stiffens. She begins to draw back, and I know I can’t let her. I close the gap between our mouths and press my lips against hers. She melts into me, and as she parts her lips, I sweep my tongue in. Instantly. I. Am. Lost.
Her taste pours through me. Her sweet scent teases my nostrils and spikes my pulse rate. I tilt my face, deepening the kiss, wanting more of her. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her chest against mine. The shape of her tits burns through our clothes, and the hardnubs of her nipples seem to bite into my skin. The blood drains to my cock that’s straining against my zipper, begging to be released.
The desire builds under my skin. In a bid for control, I bite down on her lower lip. She whimpers, rubbing against me.
I lock my fingers around the nape of her neck to keep her still, only so I can kiss her better. I ravish her mouth, drinking in her taste. It feels like I’m losing myself in the chemistry flaring between us. My thighs have turned into stone. Desire for her fills every cell in my body.
She comes willingly as I pull her onto my lap.
Thankfully, I ordered a town car today; I press the button that raises the privacy screen. As soon as it’s in place, I arrange her so she’s straddling me. I press small kisses down her throat to her cleavage, then squeeze her breast.
She moans. Fuck. The little sounds she makes are going to be my undoing. I squeeze her hips and position her over the ridge at my crotch. She holds onto my shoulders and begins to grind down.
"That’s it, get yourself off," I whisper against her mouth.
I slide my fingers under the bunched up skirt of her dress and squeeze her fleshy butt. She shudders, her movements getting more frantic.
She has her eyes shut, her features screwed up as she continues to hump my swollen cock through the clothes between us. So fucking hot.
I wrap the strands of her hair around my palm and tug, making her head fall back. When I nuzzle my way down the creamy column of her throat, she shivers. Goosebumps erupt on her skin.
I massage her breast, and she gasps. I pinch her nipple, and she arches her back, moaning my name.
She rubs herself up against my crotch, again and again. I flatten my palm between her breasts, then drag it down to her pussy. I pinch her clit through her panties.
She cries out. "James. Oh God."
"Look at me," I say through gritted teeth, wanting to look into her eyes when she comes.
And when she does, the depth of emotions in her punches me in the guts. My heart rams into my rib cage. The oxygen in my lungs seems to vanish.
My head spins. My vision tunnels.
Fucking hell. This is all wrong, and I shouldn’t have indulged myself. I wanted to pleasure her, but I know I’m fucked when she falls apart in my arms, crying out my name as she climaxes.
She slumps and I hold her against my chest, my heart beating in tandem with hers.
The emotions I've fought a lifetime to keep trapped inside push up against the guardrails of my control.
If I give in to them now, if I take her to my bed, if I bury myself inside of her… I’ll never be able to put up barriers between us again.
I’ll never be able to hide from her.
A lifetime of hard-won control, and I’d give it up for her in an instant.
It’s the fact that it’s true which gives me reason to pause. I can’t allow myself to lose control. I gentle the kiss, lick over her lips, and savor her taste, then slowly wrench my lips from hers. She tries to sway forward, but I ease her back.
That’s when her eyes drift open. The lust-glazed look in hers makes me almost change my mind. I lean forward. It’s only with the final strands of my self-control that I manage to avoid kissing her on her mouth. Instead, in the hope of softening the rejection, I brush my lips over her forehead. When I look into her eyes, there’s puzzlement in them.
