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I crush my lips to hers and pull her closer with a hand on her hip and the other on her neck. She opens for me and I kiss her deep, tongue sliding against hers as I keep her pinned against me. My hand at her hip finds the hem of her sweater, and I push it up her back and slide my palm along her skin, groaning into her mouth.

"This is in the way," I tell her against her mouth. "Take it off."

She lifts her arms, and I pull the sweater over her head and drop it. I kiss her again while my fingers catch the straps of the camisole underneath. I slide them down her shoulders and tug the fabric up and off. I toss it aside and put my mouth back on hers. The heat of her skin is intoxicating, making me swell so quickly, it hurts. I thought I'd never see her again, and here I am peeling her clothes off, layer by layer.

I find the clasp of her bra and open it, then draw the straps down her arms and let the bra fall. I cup her breasts and kiss her harder, thumbs brushing her nipples as I hold her. She shudders and bites down on my lower lip as she whimpers and arches into my touch.

Alana is mine. She's been mine since the first time I kissed her, and I knew it then, but I couldn’t stake a claim until now. And now I know I'm never letting her go.

"I want every layer gone," I say. "Nothing left on you."

"Then take it off me," she purrs, lying back on the sofa so I'm forced to lean over her.

I hook my fingers in the waist of her pants and tug. She lifts her hips and I work the pants down her thighs and off her legs. I pull her socks off with them and drop everything. I kiss her while my hands run up her sides and over her hips. Her body is addictive, and I'm helplessly jonesing for a fix.

"These too," I say. "Unless you have a protest?"

"The only problem I see is that you're taking too long."

I slide my thumbs under the sides of her panties and draw them down and she lifts again as I pull them off her ankles and throw them. I put both hands on her now-bare hips and pull her against me, still kissing her. Her hands slide up my back, fingernails scratching through my button-down, but I groan. I want skin on skin, not this.

I run my hands up her back and down again, over her ass, then up to her breasts. I kiss along her jaw and down her throat while I touch her. I come back to her mouth and kiss her as I keep my hands moving over her skin.

I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers. "I need my clothes off. I want to feel your skin on mine."

"Then take them off," she says. "Stop making me wait." There's a grin on her face as she relaxes back and spreads her legs, touching herself as she watches me pull back.

I straighten and start on the buttons of my shirt. She watches my hands work each one free and continues massaging her clit as I shrug the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall, then reach for my belt. I unbuckle it and shove my pants and boxers down together, kicking them aside with my shoes.

When I come back over her, bare now, she reaches up, palms sliding over my chest and down my sides as I settle against her. "That's what I wanted," I tell her, and I kiss her again, one hand braced beside her head while the other runs down her side and over her hip.

I drag my mouth from hers and kiss along her jaw, then down her throat, over her collarbone, and lower. I take my time moving down her body, kissing across her breasts, lingering to draw one nipple into my mouth and then the other before I continue down the center of her stomach. She arches and her hands find my hair as I hook my hands under her thighs and pull her toward the edge of the sofa so I can kneel between her legs.

"Open for me," whisper before I kiss the inside of one thigh and then the other and look up at her. "You want me to eat you? Hmm?" I ask, blowing on her sticky moisture, and she bucks, groaning.

"I want it," she says. "Stop making me wait."

I put my mouth on her and she gasps, one hand coming down into my hair as I lick through her folds and find her clit, circling it with my tongue while I hold her hips in place. She lifts against me and I press her back down then suck her clit between my lips and work it, one hand sliding up her body to cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple.

Alana moans and her fingers tighten in my hair as I continue licking and sucking. Then I push two fingers inside her and curl them while my mouth stays on her. She rocks against my face and I groan into her, holding her tighter as I fuck her with my fingers and keep my tongue on her clit.

She's shaking under me, thighs starting to clamp around my head, as I devour every drop of her moisture, which there's plenty of. Her breath breaks first. She pulls at my hair and her hips jerk upward against my mouth even with my hands holding her down. I keep my tongue on her clit and my fingers moving inside her, curling them and grinding on her G-spot.

"Shit, oh, God," she moans as she bucks and arches off the sofa.

She tries to close her legs but I keep them open, mouth sealed to her, sucking and licking as her stomach tightens. Her back leaves the sofa again and she makes a sound that's half moan and half a scream as she comes.

It hits her in waves, the first one locks her up, every muscle going tight as her grip in my hair turns sharp. She pulses around my fingers while I lick her through it with lighter pressure as the second wave rolls over the first. She shakes hard, thighs clamping around my head, heels digging into my back and. I keep my mouth on her clit and my fingers working inside her while she comes apart.

Another pulse takes her, smaller, then another, and I stay with her until the last one fades and she slumps back, breathing hard, hands loosening in my hair. I ease off only when she starts to settle, kissing the inside of her thigh before I look up. "I'm not done with you."

My God, I've been craving this for weeks, since the last time, and tonight, she's mine. I kiss my way back up her body and take her mouth again. She doesn't pull away. Her legs stay open around my hips and I settle between them, the head of my cock sliding against her where she's still wet from my mouth and my fingers.

“You make me so fucking hard, Alana."

“Put it in me,” she says, and it makes heat pulse through my gut.

I reach down and line myself up, rubbing my head through her folds until she lifts her hips for me. I push in an inch and hold there, kissing her while she adjusts. She's tight—I have to breathe through the urge to sink all the way in at once.