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“Thanks. Some guy bought it for me.”
“Some guy, huh?” I meet her gaze, and she bites her bottom lip as she nods.
“That was nice of him.”
“I guess.”
“Are things serious between you two?”
“Maybe.” The word comes out slightly breathy when I slide my fingers up the skirt, stopping at the apex of her thighs, my fingertips barely skimming over the lace between her legs.
“Maybe?” When I get her shaky nod, I adjust the skirt of her dress, putting it back in place.
Standing back, I close the door and walk around the trunk, then slide in behind the wheel.
As I drive around the block to the parking garage, the air around us becomes thick with desire, and it takes everything in me not to touch her as she shifts in her seat and rubs her thighs together.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pulling into my parking space under the building a few minutes later.
“Great.” She gets out of the car, and I meet her at her door. Taking her hand, I walk her to the elevator and press the button. The doors open on cue since they lead directly to my apartment, and no one has gone upstairs since I left.
“Tell me about the guy who bought you that dress.” I turn on her when the doors close behind us.
“Why?” she asks as I step into her space, and she backs up, bumping against the wall. “Does he matter?” She rests her hands against my chest as I grip her waist.
“I guess not.” I slide my hands over her bottom and down the back of her thighs, then coast them up beneath her dress. When I find the lacy material at her hips, I drag it down, and she doesn't hesitate to step out of it. Grabbing the scrap of material from the floor, I shove it into my pocket.
“What are you going to do with those?”
“Keep them as a souvenir.” I grin, and she whimpers against my mouth as I lift her off the ground and press her against the wall. Using my hips to hold her in place, I yank her dress up over her ass and drag down the front of my shorts. There is no need to think about stopping to find a condom. A week ago, I got the all-clear, and she and I had the conversation about losing them altogether.
Sliding my hand between her legs and finding her drenched, I wrap my hand around her jaw. “You’re soaked.”
“I know.” She tightens her legs around my hips as I line myself up and slip into heaven, and that’s exactly what she feels like every single time I slide into her with nothing between us.
Capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, I drink down her moans as she uses the leverage she has to lift and slide back down my cock. Letting her jaw go, I grip her waist so I can take back a little control. Otherwise, this is going to be over before it’s really started. Slowing my thrusts, I lean back enough to watch myself sink into her stroke after stroke.
“Faster.”
“No,” I deny, almost sliding completely out of her before sinking back inside, bottoming out as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors begin to open.
“Is Clifford here?” she asks.
“No.” I nip her neck when her head falls back with a thud. The doors close, but the elevator stays put while the fingertips of one of her hands dig into my shoulder, and her other hand slides between us. “Elora,” I bite out, and she lifts her eyes to mine. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” she whimpers as she touches our connection, then a hiss of breath escapes her lips as she rolls her fingers over her clit.
Watching her touch herself while her pussy is squeezing my cock is not conducive to me staying in control, and she knows it.
“Fuck,” I growl, losing it like we both knew I would. I fuck her harder, each thrust going as deep as possible, and even as I bump against her cervix, I want to go farther to be closer. Deeper.
When her inner walls begin to clamp down around me and my name leaves her mouth on a breathy moan, I let out a groan as I lose myself inside her, planting myself as deep as I can. Breathing heavy, sweaty, and lightheaded, I drop my forehead to her shoulder.
“I really like this dress,” she whispers, and my body starts to shake as I laugh.
“But I like that sound more.” I lean back just enough to look at her, and her eyes wander over my face. “Happy?”
“Yes.”
