Page 111 of Downforce

She pauses, biting her bottom lip, evidently thinking over my comment. I don’t give her time to come to whatever conclusion her mind struggles to get to. After pulling her face to mine, I work my hardest to silence every thought inside of her head besides this very moment.

I kiss her so deeply and with such urgency that it unsettles my breathing. Still, it isn’t enough. A fire erupts the moment our lips touch. Our clothes become a barrier I can no longer tolerate.

With very little fanfare, I strip Annalise of her sleeveless top, belt, and jeans, kissing my way down her shoulder, arms, chest, midsection, and thighs as I go. The little mewling sounds that escape her throat are fuel to the flame growing in the middle of my stomach.

My breath hitches the moment I observe the black lace panties beneath her jeans. I fall to my knees before her, staring at the triangle of lace covering her mound.

“You wore these for me, didn’t you?” Looking up at her, I run my finger along the inner seam of the lace.

Her entire body shivers. “No.”

She gasps when I reach around and smack her arse cheek.

“Lying will get you into trouble, princess.”

“I wore them for me,” she says, bringing her hands to my shoulders.

I nod, accepting that answer.

“And these,” I pause and tug at the panties, “are now for me.”

Another gasp from my princess as I tear away the fabric that separates me from my goal. A small growl from her makes me chuckle while I hoist one leg over my shoulder.

I use my thumb and forefinger to open up her pink lips. She’s already wet, waiting for me.

“Oh my …” Annalise breathes out, her hands tightening around my shoulders as I close my mouth around her lips.

Her taste reminds me of the time I stole a handful of brigadeiros from my grandmother’s kitchen. As the chocolate melted between my fingers, I licked the gooey sweetness away.

The slit between Annalise’s thighs is sweeter than that memory.

The moans emanating from her are more savory than any chocolate I could get my hands on. I want more. I lap her up, demanding her body to open up for me, to release on my tongue.

And she does. Coming all over my mouth.

“Shit,” she says breathlessly as I rise to my feet.

I barely have time to catch her before she throws her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her for a kiss, tasting herself on my lips.

Somehow, we stumble toward the bed, her lithe body beneath mine. Growling, I bury my face into the crook of her neck the instant she wraps her legs around me. While I rid myself of my shirt, Annalise’s hands are busy undoing my jeans and working their way into my boxers.

My breathing ceases when she wraps a hand around my cock.

“You’re huge,” she breathes out.

I pull back to see her staring at me wide-eyed.

“This ego is well earned.” I grunt when she tightens her hold around my shaft.

“I hope you’re as good with this thing as you are with your tongue.”

“Even better, princess.” I kiss her again because her mouth is like my own personal siren call.

Annalise runs her thumb along the tip of my cock, and I want nothing more than to fill her with me all of the way to the hilt. But I force myself to calm down. Even as I strip completely naked and roll the condom over my cock, I remind myself to go slow with her. Aside from not wanting to hurt her, I want to take my time.

When I make contact with her entrance, Annalise raises her hips, her body ready for my intrusion. I give what we both want, breaching her with the first few inches of my shaft. The hitch of air that pushes through her lips has me tightening my hands around her thighs and willing myself to go slow.

I stop to allow her to grow accustomed to having me inside of her. The strain it takes is worse than those final seconds before a race when my heart is pounding in my ears, sweat has already begun to gather on my forehead, and my knuckles are white with how tightly I grip the steering wheel, yet I have to wait until the light changes to press on the pedal.