I wasn’t supposed to be having sex with anyone, let alone Blair. But I had to admit, I was a little curious. Was she as feisty in the bedroom as she was with work? Besides, I wasn’t blind. I would’ve been a damn fool to say no.
“You don’t seem like the type to hesitate when someone offers you sex, Drea. Just so you know, I’m not in the headspace to regret anything tomorrow,” she whispered as she played with my earlobe.
I cleared my throat, very aware of the tingling sensation happening between my legs. “I mean, if you’re absolutely sure, Blair. Once we cross that line?—”
“Why don’t we see if we can put your mouth to better use.” She smirked before she kissed me again.
All common sense crumbled within me as our lips touched. Everytime any part of me connected with her, any practical reasoning seemed to be a thing of the past. I had this insatiable hunger for the woman sitting next to me.
I broke the kiss and groaned, wanting this more than I would admit out loud. I stepped out of the car,rounded to her side, pulled the door open, and offered her my hand. She took it with a smirk and led me inside.
As soon as the door closed, I was on her again, backing her against the door. I grabbed her waist and tilted her chin up with my fingers. “Is this more useful, sweetheart?” I asked before I kissed her as if she were the last drop of water on earth.
At this point, my resolve had shattered, and there was no piecing it back together. Not when she took off my jacket. Not when she unbuttoned my shirt, and certainly not when she grabbed at the waist of my pants and pulled me closer to her, our bodies touching.
She broke us apart and walked past me, taking off her coat. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me again, connecting our mouths once more. They were apart for far too long.
She walked me backward down the hall, leading me to her bedroom. We left a trail of clothes in our wake, never tearing ourselves apart for very long. I made a mental note to ask for a tour of her house later. I was very curious to see if it matched what I had envisioned it would look like.
She pushed me onto the bed, and I scooted back until I reached the headboard, and I had the sexiest view of Blair crawling up to me.
Holy shit. I was so screwed. She was the most perfect woman I had ever laid eyes on. I’d seen her perfect ass before, but that was nothing compared to the rest of her.
Her soft kissable skin was as perfect as I had imagined it to be, not a flaw in sight.
Her tits were fucking unreal. I had always thought they were fake, but as I looked at them in person, there was no denying that Blair was a natural goddess. They were perfectly C-cup sized, and her nipples were begging to be flicked by my greedy tongue.
She had an athletic build with faintly toned muscles. Her stomach was flat leading down to her sweet glistening pussy. I could see her desire from where I sat with my own desperate need. I wanted to take in every inch of her and devour her until we were both left a pile of ruins.
I was pretty sure I was breaking my vow tonight, but I had no intention of caring as this gorgeous woman straddled me and kissed me again. The sight of her was enough to wreck me.
I broke the kiss, breathless and so fucking wet. “Are you sure, Blair?” I needed her consent before I showed her what years of built-up tension and animosity looked like.
She nodded. “Yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
“Get up here,” I demanded.
“Are… are you sure? You don’t have to—” I muffled her hesitation with a kiss. I, too, had never been more sure of anything in my life. I was going to demolish any lingering doubt either of us had.
“Get up here, sweetheart,” I whispered.
She moaned and straddled my face but didn’t sit down immediately. She was hesitant, but I grabbed her hips. “Sit the fuck down, love. I’m thirsty,” I said, and I pulled her down onto me.
I moaned my pleasure into her at the taste. I wanted to shatter from the first gentle swipe of my tongue. Feeling her clit above me was like my own personal heaven.
“Oh my God!” She moaned as she arched back, her soft strawberry-blonde waves flowing down and tickling my stomach.
I groaned when her hands found my breasts. I wanted this vision of her riding my face imprinted on my brain.
When I grazed her clit with my teeth, she let out a moan and tangled her hands in my hair. “Fuck, that feels so good,” she whined, and the sound caused a moan to escape from me.
I grinned when her breathing became rapid and her moans became more frequent.
All these years of bickering and hating each other, and we could have been doing this?! Holy fuck! I was going to come just from tasting her.
I grabbed her ass while my mouth went to work, and as I could feel her about to lose control, I squeezed and sucked harder, causing a series of shudders from the body above me.
I slowed down my pace as she came apart on top of me, and I relented her sensitive clit before she got off me and brought our lips together, tasting herself. I was so turned on it physically hurt.
