Page 14 of My Ex’s Dad

I lock her against me, and the rub of her tits on my chest warns me how much more I want her grinding against me. I push my hips against hers, and my hard cock pressing to her pussy pulls a needy moan from her.

On the stairs, as the lights come back on dimly, the storm raging outside while we’re snowed in together, I kiss her like I will never have my fill.

She replies in kind, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue alongside mine with a hunger I won’t stop her from exploring. Every little suck of her lips on me pushes me to want all of her. Each sexy sound of need she gives me coaches me to make her as aroused as she can be.

It’s madness. Spontaneous and exactly what I didn’t know I needed.

“Anton,” she gasps again after she pulls her mouth free to inhale again. “I don’t—I’m not⁠—”

Waiting for her to speak, to explain, I keep showing her how easily we combust for each other. While she pants, her breaths ragged and her eyes open with vulnerable desire, I cup her ass and hoist her into my arms.

She cries out in alarm, but this time, she snakes her arms around my neck and kisses me. Molding her to me and pulling her against my cock, I debate taking her right here. Right now. On the stairs.

“I don’t do this,” she manages when we part for air.

I still immediately, giving her room instead of assuming what she means.

“I don’t just hook up with men I’ve just met,” she says, breathless.

“Then tell me what you want,” I say. “If you want me to stop, I stop.”

She searches my face for a beat, then tightens her arms around my neck.

“I want this,” she whispers. “I want you.”

That answer strips away the last of my restraint.

“Then come with me,” I tell her, our breath mingling as I carry her up the stairs.

She answers with a kiss, locking her legs around my waist as I take her to my room.

Inside, I set her on her feet and give her one last second to change her mind. She closes the distance herself, kissing me hard as she reaches for my shirt.

Words stop mattering as I kiss her again. Keeping our mouths fused becomes a necessity, but I don’t let it slow me from showing her what I need to. She gropes for my shirt while I pull hers up. We part to strip, and the second our clothes hit the floor, we collide again. So I can steal her breath. So she can rob me of thought.

“This is crazy,” she admits with a breathy exhale, as if she can’t comprehend it either.

This isn’t my first rodeo, but I can tell she isn’t used to asking for what she wants. I slow down enough to read every response instead of rushing her.

When my mouth closes over her breast, she gasps and arches toward me, answering without hesitation.

“Crazy,” I agree on a murmur. “But so fucking good.” I kiss down her breasts again. She’s soft and warm beneath me, every reaction honest.

She writhes under me, rubbing against me and pushing me closer to the edge. The contact ignites me, taunts me to slide into her, but not too fast. Not until I show her this release can be better than rushing to come.

I lick and suck her nipples and bring my hand between her legs. She’s already so wet, slick and warm, and I don’t waste a second before I caress her pussy. Feeling her arousal makes me harder still, but she isn’t hurrying me, isn’t asking for anything but this slow worship of her body.

Without any clothes between us, her sweet, curvy body all for me to enjoy, I lie over her and brace my forearms on either side of her head. “Line me up.”

She peers up at me, suddenly shy and perhaps nervous.

“Take my cock in your hand, Liliana,” I coax before kissing her and rubbing my erection over her. Her arousal covers me, and I can’t wait to slip inside of where she’s practically dripping for me.

“But what if…”

I kiss along her jaw, patient and determined to fuck her brains out once she realizes how good it will be. “What if…?” I finish for her.

“What if I can’t…um…”