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She’s moving her hips over my length. I can feel the heat of her sex through the cloth of her panties and my boxers. Just two thin layers are all that separate us from intimacy, from giving me what I’ve been craving for years. All at once, I roll, and she’s under me, her legs wrap around my waist and pull me tight to her body.
“Zane, fuck me. I need you so much.”
Morality grips me, “Lana, this is so wrong. You belong to someone else.”
“Give this to me, and I’ll never ask again.”
I sit up and tear my shirt off then reach over to snap on the light. If this will be the last time we have sex, I need to see her. I shove up her shirt to reveal her perfectly shaped breasts. Her rosebud nipples are hard with want. I dip down and take one in between my lips, suckling at it hard. Lana moans loudly. I switch to the other nipple, gently biting it and caressing the tip with my tongue.
Her hands are tugging at my hair, holding me against her, but I’m not done tasting her. I want more and move down her body, leaving a wet trail with my lips as I kiss every inch of her flesh between her breasts and down lower. I take her panties in both my hands and tear at the black lace boy shorts, tossing the pieces on the floor. I’m happy to see she’s still clean-shaven and smooth.
I lick her outer lips, and my mouth begins to water as I catch her sweet scent. I bend her knees and push her heels against her ass. I want her open wide for me. Her pussy is glistening with arousal, and I slip my tongue between her velvety folds, tasting her sweetness… how I’ve missed eating her.
I tongue fuck her, slowly rubbing her swollen nub with my thumb. She whimpers when I back off, and I replace my tongue with two fingers causing her to gasp loudly.
“You like that, baby?”
“I want something else,” she pants.
“You’ll come for me before I give it to you.”
She moves her hips with the rhythm of my fingers as they plunge in and out. I watch her face as she nears release. Her eyes are closed tightly, and I need to see them when she lets go.
“Lana, sweetheart, open your eyes. I need to see them when you come.”
She looks at me with half lids and smiles then grits her teeth, moaning my name as she climaxes, squeezing my fingers tightly in her channel. I quickly pull them out and lap at her to taste her delicious juices.
I get off the bed and remove my boxers. My dick is so hard that it kisses my belly, and I fumble with my wallet to get a condom.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting a condom.”
“No, fuck me without one. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Lana, that’s not wise.”
“It’s safe. I get a shot, and Declan uses condoms just to be sure.”
I can’t believe what I just heard. Her soon to be husband is afraid she’ll screw up and get pregnant? I wonder if he uses condoms with the women he fucks behind her back. I doubt Miss Sinclair is the only one.
“How do you know I’m safe?”
“Because I know you. I bet you get tested every three months and wear condoms all the time.”
She was correct. I did do that, and the last woman I fucked without a condom was her five years ago. I long to feel her without anything between us, and I’m willing to take the chance. I hop on the bed and get between her legs.
“Take your shirt off. I want you naked against me without anything in the way.”
I help her sit up and remove her t-shirt. She grasps me by the back of my neck and pulls me to her lips. I almost fall onto her body as she lies down. She kisses me deeply and passionately. I put everything into our kiss, holding nothing back. I know I’m deluding myself because this night will end, and I will be full of regret. But I don’t care. I’m in the moment, and right now, I want to make love to her. I pull back to look in her soft chocolate eyes.
“Lana, I want you to be sure about this. You can’t take this back.”
“I won’t want to take it back. I’ve wanted this for a while ever since I saw you in your office. I would have given myself to you there if you asked me.”
My mind is reeling. She’s wanted me all these months, but yet she still won’t break it off with Declan. Before my mind starts to rationalize, I position myself at her entrance.
“One last chance,” I whisper.
