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I press her against the door and dive back in, kissing her hard and unrelenting. She matches my fervor, her hands slipping under my tee and exploring my abs.

Circling her waist, I yank her against me. She’s soft in my arms, her skin burning under my touch.

Lips on her cheek, down her chin, I leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses.

She moans, arching her back, and when I slowly lower to my knees in front of her, I swear, she whimpers.

Her eyes are on me, her lips parted as I guide the hem of her dress up her legs until her black thong is on full display. Fucking hell. I didn’t think it was possible to want her more, yet here I am. My brain really is fixed on a single focus, and it’s Isla. She’s all I want.

“I want to taste you,” I tell her.

A beautiful smile breaks over her lips. She trails her hand down from her collarbone to her tits, then down to her panties. Back arched, she widens her stance and pushes her panties to the side.

The sight of her wet pussy makes my breath hitch and all my blood rush south.

Without a moment’s pause, I dive in and suck her clit into my mouth.

In response, she lets out a loud moan, the best sound in the world. Her reaction spurs me on. Lapping at her, I cup her ass, bringing her closer to my mouth. I lick and suck, alternating between soft and hard. She’s soaked, urging me on. My cock throbs against my fly, signaling there’s a good chance I’ll come in my pants, but I don’t fucking care.

“You taste so good,” I murmur against her clit. “So fucking perfect.”

Slipping one finger inside her, I suck hard on her clit. I add a second, then a third, sinking them knuckle deep and fucking her with them while I use my lips and tongue to work her over.

“Michael… Oh my God…” She pants. “I’ve never… Oh fuck…”

I keep up the rhythm, dragging the pads of my fingers over her inner walls and twirling my tongue over her clit. When she moans loudly, I pick up the pace. Her hips buck in time with my movements, and when she digs her fingers into my scalp, I know she’s almost there.

She tugs, shoving her cunt in my face.

Obediently, I give her more, sucking on her clit, dragging my teeth over the bundle of nerves. Her insides spasm around my fingers, an orgasm taking over. As she rides out her release, I don’t stop. I lap at her clit, circling it over and over again, prolonging her release.

A hot energy zips through my lower abdomen and goes straight to my dick. I hold back a groan, but there’s no stopping my own release. Fuck. Coming in my pants is new to me, but I have zero regrets.

When I finally stand, my heart is racing, and my blood rushes in my ears. I brush a few strands of hair from her wig from her forehead, careful with her makeup.

Eyes hooded, she slumps against the door.

“I gave you space. I took a step back, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stay away from you, so that’s how it’s going to go,” I tell her.

“I’m all ears,” she murmurs, the corners of her mouth trembling.

“Do you really think that could be considered a mistake?” I ask quietly.

“No.”

I gently grip her chin, guiding her face up so she’s forced to look at me. “What we have isn’t a mistake. True or not true?”

Her eyes search mine, the color disconcerting, but I wait with my heart in my throat.

She smiles. “True.”

The tight knot in my chest unravels. It’s been there since high school, aching and uncomfortable, but with that one simple word, it eases. Not fully, but enough to make breathing easier.

I kiss her lips, slow and tender. When I’m on the brink of passing out from lack of oxygen, I release her and burrow into the crook of her neck, inhaling and immediately comforted by the peach and vanilla scent that swamps me. “Let’s get out of here.”

“I…want to stay. I just… I told you before, I never went to parties like this.”

Her response stings, but I don’t let it show. Instead, I straighten, grimacing at the wet, sticky sensation in my boxer briefs, and take a step back.