“That dress is criminal,” I comment.
She licks her lips. “I chose it just for you.”
We’ve stopped at a red light. She laughs at my reaction, which is pretty lecherous, to be honest. She leans over to pull me in for a quick, bruising kiss. I taste the sharpness of the lemon water she consumed all evening. My senses are full of her and the brush of her tongue before she pulls away to continue driving, and it’s enough to make my skin hum with excitement.
I grip her wrist, pinning her hand between my thighs. I want her to feel exactly how much she’s getting to me. She can’t feel how wet I am through my jeans, but she can sure as shit feel the heat.
We drive the rest of the way barely speaking. Just the thump of our favourite playlist and Sloane biting her lip, drumming her fingers impatiently above my kneecap, breakthrough the tension. When we finally pull up outside the apartment we’re both practically vibrating.
Inside, I kick the door shut and Sloane’s already on me, pressing me into the wall, her mouth on my neck. There’s nothing hesitant about it. She knows my body and knows every spot that makes me come undone.
My hands are everywhere—under her jacket, slipping up beneath her dress, tugging at the zipper. She’s so soft and so strong at once. It’s all I can do to keep myself upright.
We break for half-second intervals, just to suck some air into our lungs. Every touch is electric, even through our clothes. It’s fast and sloppy and perfect. I barely make it to the couch before she’s got me sitting and is straddling my lap, grinding down.
“I hope you’re ready for this,” she teases, nipping at my ear.
I sweep her hair back so I can look her in the eye, my voice unsteady. “Bring it on.”
She palms my jaw, her thumb running over my mouth, and for a suspended moment she just looks at me like she’s memorising my face.
I pull her down again, giving away just how desperate I am for her, which makes her smirk. Her hands are under my shirt, lifting it over my head. She grins when my barechest is revealed. Her cool palms and hot mouth cover every inch of my upper body, and god I want to bottle this feeling for later when I miss her too much to sleep.
I arch into her, and she takes her time, trailing her tongue from my collarbone to my stomach. She’s gentle at first, peppering me with these ridiculous, ticklish kisses, which make me giggle until she sinks her teeth in to remind me who’s in charge.
We’re a tangle of limbs, knocking a throw pillow to the floor, and soon the rest of our clothes join it. Sloane is so beautiful, it feels unfair to the rest of us mere mortals.
I map her body with my hands. She lets herself go soft and heavy into mine, sighing my name while she rakes her nails across my back. The sounds she makes are my favourite thing in the world.
When she’s got me right on the edge of foreplay insanity she slows it all down, cupping the back of my head and kissing me, slow and deep, until I feel like I might come apart from just that.
I lose track of time. I lose track of everything except her breathing and our racing hearts and the way our bodies fit together exactly the way I remember from high school, but so much better.
“Do you want to play?” Sloane coos into my ear.
“Fuck yes,” I gasp.
She pulls back and flicks her tongue against my upper lip.
“Strap on, baby.”
I laugh because she sounds like the dude in the Fantastic Four who shouts, “Flame on!”
Sloane’s eyes twinkle with mirth. Her finger finds my nipple and gives it a pinch. “I’m waiting, Sawyer.”
I’m a little ashamed to admit I almost launch my girlfriend across the room in a bid to get my strap-on from the bedroom closet. Thankfully, she’s more than used to my dumb ass.
In my rush, I get tangled in the goddamn harness. I’m completely flustered by the time I make it back to the living room and a very naked and waiting Sloane.
“Sit down,” she commands in a smooth, velvety voice.
I’m not stupid enough to argue. Why the hell would I want to? Sloane is going to destroy me tonight, and I can’t fucking wait.
Sitting down, I swallow hard as Sloane rises from the couch next to me, bringing both hands up to her hair to ruffle it. I’m entranced.
She straddles my thighs and looks down, drawing my gaze to the dildo standing erect and brushing her lips. Twofingers hook under my chin and raise my head up, naturally making my eyes raise to hers.
“I want you to fuck me hard, Eden.”
