“Hey, Tori.” Her lips part, and I swear, she leans into me ever so slightly. Or maybe I’m the one doing the leaning? It’s kind of hard to tell, all I know is, I’m drawn to this woman.
“The other night. At the bar. That wasn’t. I mean… Oh, good grief.”
I stuff my hands in my pockets and let her start and stop a few times, my trademark smirk growing wider. I kinda like seeing her off-kilter, knowing it’s being around me that does this to her. It feels like payback for when she first moved to town and I felt like I was going crazy. But now that I’m giving in to the fact that I need to get this woman in bed one more time, all these chance meetings feel like kismet.
“We kissed, Tori. And it was just as hot as it was the first time.” I step in closer. “I have a feelingeverythingwould be just as good.” Her eyes flare wide, her sharp intake of air telling me with no uncertainty my words are hitting their mark.
I lean down to whisper in her ear.
“Picture it. Me and you, fucking again.”
We end up at my apartment, and as soon as the door closes behind her, we’re tearing at our clothes. I’m always down for sex, but this level of desperation, this deep need to feel her body against mine, is foreign to me.
I’m powerless to try and stop it.
So I don’t. She’s down to her bra and panties, and I’m kicking off my pants as our tongues hungrily dance. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I bend and lift her off the ground, finding the way to my bedroom by memory alone, all of my senses drunk on Tori.
We reach my room and I lower her to the bed, following right after her until she’s stretched out underneath me.
“You with me?” I ask in the second I manage to wrench my lips away from her skin. Her fervent nod is consent enough for me. My hands skate down the side of her body, stopping at her hips. My lips follow, tracing a line down between her lace-covered breasts, intent on one thing and one thing only.
“Do you still taste as sweet as you do in my mind when I’m jerking off to the memory of you?” I whisper against the drenched fabric covering her pussy. She quivers in response, and I glance up with a smirk. “I bet you do, angel.” I press a kiss to her mound before hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties and tugging them down. Leaning back in, I kiss the crease of where her hip meets her torso on one side, then the other.
“Please, Sawyer,” she pants, and I swear my dick starts to leak. It’s as if she’s cast a spell over me, a spell where I am a slave to her every word, her every desire.
“You don’t have to beg. I’m not leaving this spot until I feel you explode on my tongue.” My next kiss lands right on the tip of her clit, already swelling with arousal. “Mmm. Even sweeter than I remember.” Flattening my tongue, I press it firmly against her slit, then slide up so I can swirl around her clit. Following her moans and the subtle hints from her body, I work her up until she’s writhing underneath me, her legs clamped tightly around my head. If I thought I was drunk on her before, it’s nothing compared to now when I’m flooded with her taste.
“Come for me, angel. Now.”
I’ve never been with anyone as responsive as Tori. The way her body bows beneath my touch, the intensity of her release, it’s all a thousand times more powerful than anything I’ve experienced. I surge up, wrenching my bedside drawer open and grab a condom, rolling it down my already leaking dick. Once I’m covered, I grab Tori’s hips and flip her over, lifting that round ass into the sky. My hand lands on the pale flesh in a gentle slap, and she shrieks out my name.
“You’re mine right now, Tori. Mine to play with, mine to pleasure. Got it?”
She twists back to look at me, her blonde hair a mess around her flushed face. “Yes.” My hand lands on the other cheek and her mouth falls open. “God, yes.”
I give her a wicked grin. “My angel likes having her ass spanked, huh?” She squirms underneath me, but I just grip her tighter, smacking her pink ass again. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.” Unable to hold back any longer, I dip my fingers into her still-dripping pussy to make sure she’s ready for me.
“More, Sawyer. Give me more.”
My fingers are replaced by my dick in an instant, and I’m thrusting all the way inside until her ass is meeting my pelvis. Only then do I still, leaning forward to kiss her spine. “You good?” I whisper against her sweaty skin, and I feel her nod again.
Lifting back up, I pull out almost all the way, then slam back in.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her head dropping down. Placing my hand on her back, I guide her upper body down to change the angle and I slide out, then in again. “Sawyer,” she says, a tremble in her voice. “It’s so good.”
“I know, angel. You feel like heaven. What are you doing to me?” The last part I mumble, mostly under my breath, not ready to answer that question.
Her hips start to rotate in time with my thrusts, small turns that make my eyes cross. Then I feel her walls tighten down on me. “Oh shit, Tori.” I start to speed up, feeling my orgasm barreling toward me. Leaning back down, I wrap one arm around her body and zero in on her clit. Strumming it with my thumb, I kiss her shoulder, her back, anywhere I can reach. But I’m not ready for this to be over. Pulling out, ignoring her cry of protest, I flip her over, hitching one of her legs up onto my shoulder and push back into her wet heat.
“There. Right there. Ohmygod, right there, don’t stop!” Her voice gets higher and higher, and then she screams out my name, her back arching off the bed. There’s no holding back, so with a roar, I come, thrusting into her over and over, making the bed creak beneath us until I feel completely drained, and yet, totally sated at the same time.
Tori’s got a dreamy smile on her face, even with her eyes closed. Meanwhile, my arms are shaking so hard, part of me worries I might collapse onto her. Dropping my forehead down to meet hers, I press a soft kiss to her lips. “Woman, I don’t know where you learned to do that swivel-clench thing, and I don’t really want to know. But goddamn, that was next-level.” Her light giggle makes me draw back so I can look at her. “You find my admiration funny?”
“No,” she says with a smirk. “You could say my job requires me to do a lot of research.”
What the fuck…I move to pull out, but she laughs and grabs my ass, holding me in place. “Oh my God, if you could see your face right now. I’m not a porn star, Sawyer. I write spicy romance novels. Writing sex scenes requires inspiration at times. That’s all.”
I start to laugh as well, because damn it, she had me going for a second. “Jesus, woman. Way to bury the lede.” The vibrations from her giggles send zings straight to my dick, but even so, I can feel myself softening to the point of it becoming a problem if I don’t deal with things. So, holding on to the condom, I pull out and climb off the bed. “Be right back.”
