Page 41 of Lovestrung

I was done for.

“In a minute. Just…just let me look at you.”

I perused every inch of her face, delighting in the blush that was creeping up on her cheeks and down her neck. Whether it was intentional or not, she arched her back the longer I stared unabashedly at her, and I followed the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her torso was illuminated by the sun shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing the lace of her bra through her white top, and warmth rushed to my dick when I thought about what I wanted to do to her breasts.

I cleared my throat and brushed her right cheek with my fingers.

So soft. Just like I remembered.

“It’s been agony, Pen,” I grunted. “I want to say so many things to you, but…” I released a humorless laugh and raised my eyes to hers. “Do you remember our goodbye kiss?”

She nodded and wet her lips. “How could I forget?”

“I have thought of little else since that night.” As if hypnotized, my eyes fell on my hand as I caressed her smooth skin with my fingers. “I want to love you, and fuck you, and drown in your sweetness while your thighs cling to me, begging me to take you harder. I’ve thought about getting you all worked up with my fingers before dropping to my knees, worshipping your tight pussy with my tongue. I want your cum to dribble down my chin as you erupt, crying with ecstasy.”

Her breath hitched underneath my hand, but I carried on, almost in a trance. The dam had burst, and I had no choice but to pour out all my hunger and agony, making her understand what I was feeling.

“I’ve gone to bed every night thinking about you, and waking up in the middle of the night, my dick as hard as a fucking rock.” Unable to resist her scent any longer, I leaned closer and ran my nose alongside hers. “I want to hear you panting in my ear how much you want me. How much your pussy aches to be filled with my dick. I want to learn what sounds you make when you come. I want you to take me. To bare yourself entirely to me. I’ve been dreaming about worshipping your body and your mind, whispering filthy things in your ears, taking you with both my dick and my words. And then, after we’ve fucked for hours, I want to start all over again. And again. Until every thought, every memory of another man touching what’s mine – what’s always been mine – has been erased.”

I placed a palm over her heart while my other hand tangled in her ponytail and gently pulled back, baring her long, slender neck to me. Running my tongue over my lips, I felt a shudder course through me as she gave in to me.

“I want you, darlin’,” I rasped. “But what I want is something you’ve never given to anyone else.”

“What’s that?”

“You. All of you.” I sighed, the rumble reverberating through my chest and falling fast as I dared to push further into her soft flesh. I could feel her hardened nipples against me, spurring me on. The sweetness of her perfume wafted in the air, teasing my nostrils, and I lost myself in her eyes. “But I can’t have it. Can I? You belong to someone else.”

“Ethan…”

“I’m a fucking bastard for telling you all of this,” I interrupted on a long groan. “Why are you responding to me like this? It’s torture. You’re not mine to keep even though my heart tells me you are.”

“Stop,” she pleaded and grabbed onto my arms.

I felt her legs circle my back, bringing me closer to her and when my dick pushed into her center, I hissed. What the fuck was I doing, tempting us both like this? Her lips were close now, almost brushing mine. Too close.

“Careful. We can’t do this,” I warned and tried to regain some semblance of control. I knew I was failing, but I had to try, damn it.

“I can do what the fuck I want,” she panted. Her pupils were so dilated that I could hardly see the color anymore. It was such a fucking turn-on, knowing she was lusting for me, and my dick swelled, straining against my jeans.

“Stop seducing me with your words and show me how much you want me instead,” she whispered.

Then her hands clamped around my neck, and she pulled until our lips crashed together.

For what felt like an entire lifetime, but was only a couple of seconds, I stopped breathing completely. But when her fingers flexed on my neck and her tongue traced my lips, asking for an invitation, I closed my eyes and gave in. The taste of her desperate tongue was better than I remembered, and unable to keep my hands from roaming, I pulled up her shirt. I traced her soft skin, rounded her hips and trailed further up until I found her nipples. She gasped into my mouth and when I rubbed the peaked buds on my palms, the sweetest purr sounded from low down her throat. My dick thrummed a wild beat, and I pressed closer against her core, longing to feel her. Needing air, I broke the kiss and made a wet trail down her neck.

“Fuck, Pen, your taste…”

I had to have more. I jerked the cups of her bra down, growling deeply when I felt her naked breasts in my hands. But still, I needed more. I kept one hand busy molding the soft globes while my other found its way down her smooth belly until the rough fabric of her shorts made me pause. When she didn’t tell me to stop, I popped open the button. I didn’t think of anything but her. As soon as the obstacle was taken care of, I tore down the zipper, huffing as she spread her legs wider for me. I could feel pre-cum leaking from my dick when my fingers found her clit.

“Ethan, baby,” she mewled and tugged at my hair.

“Shh,” I soothed. “Are you wet for me, darlin’?”

“God, yes.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.”