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“Dammit,” I curse. Loud.
His mouth is against my stomach, and I feel him chuckle. He presses kisses up and up and up. Cool air flutters in the places where his mouth has been. Then there’s nothing.
“Lorelai.”
I grunt, angry that he’s pulled away again.
“Look at me.”
I hadn’t realized my eyes were closed, but I squeeze them tighter. I just want the heat spreading back across my skin.
“Look at me,” he insists. My eyes obey, opening instantly to his demand. I realize he’s propped on his arms above me, his knees between my legs.
“Lorelai.” My eyes jump up to his again.
“I’m going to fuck you unless you tell me no right now.” He waits, watching my face.
A growl erupts from me. “Yes. Fucking yes.” I almost shout. “Fuck me.” I tell him. “Fuck me right fucking now.”
He laughs.
I frown at him. Nothing is funny. I need... I just NEED.
“Such an impatient little chipmunk.”
I hear his amusement and feel sobs rise up in my throat, the emotion overwhelming me. My mouth parts to let them loose.
But then he’s pressing against my entrance. His fingers reach to part me, and blessed heat is pushing inside me, stretching me around the head of his cock. He hadn’t been leaving me. He’d been pulling on a condom.
His mouth comes down on mine, his tongue teasing mine into action. Hunger consumes every conscious thought. I pull him closer, and he’s filling all my spaces. More than filling. Pushing the boundaries, the walls I built around my heart crumbling at the foundation.
My hips meet his, thrust for thrust, until my vision tunnels and all I can see is James. My hands are on his braced arms, and I feel my fingers tighten as the momentum speeds up.
I close my eyes, determined to memorize every sensation. Delicious friction and the small bite of pleasurable pain as James grows even thicker and pounds against the back of me turn into a kaleidoscope of colors behind my lids.
It seems like only moments go by when I feel my muscles tighten around James’s cock and I’m shuddering. My nails dig in, searching for a solid grip, as wave after wave of icy heat envelopes me.
When my body settles, an acute awareness returns. I open my eyes to find James watching my face. His pace slowing.
I wonder what he sees right now. I know my body is in good shape. I stay active. I’ve always received more attention than was wanted from the opposite gender, the same gender even, but I’ve never considered myself beautiful.
Given the brand names on his clothing, I’m sure he’s used to women in a certain class category. Ones who get their hair styled and their nails done on the regular, and I am not that.
I’ve seen undeniable interest in his eyes even though he resisted, and there is no doubt that desire is there. The proof of that is inside me right now. But now that he knows some of my story, maybe his view of me is changed. Does he see me differently?
“Where’d you go, Chipmunk?” James’s voice breaks through my thoughts. “Come back to me.” The deep timbre vibrates through him and into me, and at once I feel sweet heat curl through me and my pussy clenches in response even though his movements have stopped.
“There you are,” he whispers. “We can stop if you want to.”
The idea of his body moving away from mine right now brings an automatic, “no” to my lips. I’m not even sure I say it out loud. He doesn’t move, so I guess he’s waiting for more clarity. “Don’t stop,” I grind out.
He chuckles, and my pussy clenches even harder and drenches him in fresh wetness. Some escapes from around him, circling my ass and dripping down to the sheets beneath me. My hips move into him.
James’s gaze goes to half-lidded at that, and a moan pulls from him. His mouth drops to my neck, and I hear him curse. He pushes harder into me and holds himself tightly still. He lifts his eyes to mine again, and one hand reaches up to cup my face. His thumb brushes my cheek.
And then he moves again. Pulling himself almost out so slowly and thrusting in again hard and fast. And again. My world tilts, and I can’t tell up from down. The only parts that exist are his body and mine, moving in coordination. My breathing turns to a pant, and James’s is ragged.
He holds my eyes. “Lorelai,' he breathes out. “You good, sweets?”
