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This was fun. Why had he been fighting this? He was finding it hard to remember.
When he kissed her breasts she let out a long, deep groan, her head tipping back until it was against the tiles. He took his time sucking and scraping them, teasing them until they were hard and swollen, before he kissed his way down to her stomach.
Then dropped to his knees and pushed her thighs open.
“I thought I was going to get on my knees,” she said breathlessly, as he pressed his thumb against the soft skin between her thighs.
“Ladies first,” he leaned forward to kiss where his thumbs had been. Then moved his lips up.
Water was pouring down her, but she was wet already, he could tell from the slickness between her legs. He leaned forward, his tongue touching her right where she needed him.
She let out another loud sigh, her fingertips scraping against his scalp.
God, she tasted like heaven. He licked her again and again, his cock throbbing with every cry she made, until she was unsteady on her feet, and he had to hold her thighs tightly.
“I need you inside of me.”
And that’s when he remembered. “I don’t have anything.”
Shit. Fuck. That’s what happened when you’re out of practice. If his friends found out about this, they’d laugh their asses off.
Not that they’d find out. This wasn’t something he planned to share.
“I’m on birth control,” she told him. “And I’m clean.”
He looked up. Her eyes were on his. And fuck if she didn’t look so trusting it made his heart twinge.
“Me too.”
They should still use a condom. He knew that. But he had nothing, and he wanted her.
Too much.
“I’ll pull out,” he promised. Himself as much as her. He stood, cupping her face. “Are you sure about this?”
He needed her to say it. To be clear.
“Did me almost coming on your mouth not tell you how sure I am?” she asked him.
“Say yes,” he whispered, pressing the thick length of his cock against her.
Her lips curled up. “Yes. Fuck me, Presley.”
He slid his hands beneath her, lifting her until the angle meant he could grind against her most sensitive part. He thrust into her, their mouths clashing, her body sandwiched between him and the tiles, his body taking over, taking what it needed.
Giving her what she needed.
Another thrust and he was in to the fucking hilt. A wave of dizzy euphoria washed over him. So fucking tight, so fucking warm.
He was being rough, but she was begging him for more. So he gave it to her, still kissing her, still whispering her name, still telling her how beautiful she was.
As he defiled her beautiful body.
Her arms tightened around his neck at the same time her pussy tightened around his dick, her breath coming in pants against his lips.
“Presley…”
“I know,” he soothed. “I’ve got you.”
