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In her bedroom, she turns me so my back is to the bed, then walks forward, pushing me back with her proximity while unbuttoning my shirt. Her gaze meets mine as she continues moving forward and I walk back, helping her by pulling my shirt from my slacks.
When the final button comes free, she tosses the shirt back over my shoulders and I pull the material off, tossing the cloth to the side. Her hands instantly find my belt, freeing me as she leans in, her eyes locked on mine and her mouth open, set into a determined expression that drives me wild.
Her bed bumps into the back of my legs and I grab her, turning her around and pushing her onto the bed. Pulling my belt free of the loops, I smack her ass gently with the leather and she inhales a deep, hissing breath, her whole body responding to me. With a deep moan of approval, she glances back at me, her face filled with longing and desire.
“Again,” she whispers.
I oblige, a little bit harder this time, and the sound of the leather hitting her ass echoes through the room. She shivers.
“I want you to undress,” I say, and she crawls off the bed, standing before me with sparkling eyes filled with excitement. With slow, teasing hands, she unzips the back of her dress, then allows it to fall down her arms and around her hips, where the material catches and bunches up.
She’s not wearing anything under the dress and my breath hitches in my throat. She’s so damn beautiful, so perfect. My body is throbbing, aching for her and the soft look in her eyes as she studies me has my heart racing faster.
With trembling hands, she pushes the material of her dress down and steps out of the puddle of fabric, standing before me in nothing more than stockings and heels, and my brain short circuits. I want her more than I’ve wanted any woman.
I stand upright and remove my pants, watching the expression on her face. Her eyes widen and her mouth makes a perfect ‘o’ as her gaze darts from me to my eyes. I open my arms to her and she walks over, her steps slow. At the edge of the bed - and just out of reach - she steps out of her heels before moving in close and straddling my hips. I lean back and plant a hand on her bed, stabilizing myself with my core.
“Ride me,” I say, grinding out the words with effort. There’s so much I want to do to her, to say. “I want you to take every inch of me and ride until you tighten around me.”
She lifts up on her knees and I adjust myself as her heat surrounds me. As she slides down, I struggle to hold onto my self-control. Grabbing her hips, I enjoy the softness of her skin and run my hands up, over her breasts, to her shoulders, and pull her in for a kiss.
“You’re such a good girl,” I whisper, sending a shiver down her spin as her body spasms around me, indicating that she likes the words. “I can feel you tightening around me.” I wind my arms around her, pulling her in close and planting a kiss on her forehead. “You feel so good, love.”
She whimpers, bucking her hips forward, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. And just like that, she’s riding me like she’s never experienced pleasure in her life and she’s desperate to feel the sweet release of orgasm.
Her breath rushes against my face, her breasts brush my chest, her body clamping tight around me as she moves. I had no way of knowing it before, but she is exactly what I need, right now. Her perfect curves, her eagerness, her beauty...
I dig my fingertips into the lush plumpness of her ass and squeeze, loving the punishing pace she’s already set. “There’s no need to rush, sweetheart,” I say.
Her gaze meets mine, a challenging look in her eyes, and I can’t hold back a slight curve of the corners of my lips.
“You have no idea how much I’ve needed this,” she says, tossing her head back as she continues to thrust her hips forward and rock back. Given her pace and the hunger in her eyes, she’s not lying.
“I might have an idea,” I say. After all, I’ve needed her desperately since that first kiss. I’ve just been holding back because of her conflicting body language.
“You feel amazing inside me,” she murmurs, leaning forward into me. And it dawns on me that I want to do anything she’s willing. I want to feel every inch of her, to enjoy the taste of her body, to fill her to capacity.
She plants her forearms on my shoulders, turning her head to the side as she continues moving. But the angle doesn’t quite work and I slide out of her and between her cheeks. She gasps at the sensation, her body tightening up. I know she’s on the cusp, so I keep her hips moving as her gaze meets mine.
“Come all over me,” I growl and she whimpers, biting down on her lips as she continues to slide along me, grinding her clit and feeling me against her. I feel her explode and she collapses into me. With a quick motion, I roll her, putting her on her knees as I get behind her. Pushing into her still-pulsating depths, I let out a sigh of relief, loving the sweet hot wetness of her as I plunge deep, then pull back. I feel her fingers brush against me and know she’s touching her clit.
That thought only drives me more wild as I enjoy her body. Looking down, I can see myself sliding into her and back out, see the glisten of her juices coating me, and see the beautiful way her body stretches to accommodate me. Her sexy curves drive me wild, and I want more of her, all of her, everything she can give me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her body tightening around me again. If I didn’t know better I’d swear our bodies were made for each other.
I have no plan to stop. Not now, maybe not ever - not as long as I have her permission. Even when we're done here, I’m going to tell her I want her again. I want her as often as she’ll have me. I’d love to have her forever, if that’s an option.
Maybe it’s too soon to ask for forever, but as my body swells up and pleasure spills from me into her, and her body milks me as I explode, I know that she’s perfect for me. I won’t ask yet, but I’m going to ask.
Chapter Thirteen
Moira
I can't believe what we just did or how incredibly perfect he was.
Lying on my back on my bed, I run my fingers through my hair and plant my heels so my knees point toward the ceiling. I feel sloppy and sore in all the right ways and when I glance over at him, he’s smiling at me.
“You're so beautiful,” he says, leaning over to kiss me. With that, he rolls over and stands up and I enjoy the view.
