I yanked her against me and angled my lips over hers before my brain said to stop. My hand dove into her hair, tilting her head the way I wanted it so I could kiss her until we were both dying to breathe.
She stilled in my arms, something that tickled my brain and told me to back the fuck off. I started to release her, my fingers uncurling and dropping her locks, my other hand slipping off her. My lips were the last to get the message, slowly easing away from hers.
Then something clicked in her, and she pulled me back in.
All of a sudden, she was devouring me. Her fingers tugged my hair and tilted my head. Her breasts squashed against my chest.
From there, it was a war. Who could take control. Who could make the other moan. Who could get whose clothes off first.
Something inside said this was my one and only slip with her, that it wasn’t going to happen again, and I needed to slow down. But I couldn’t. I needed her.
I pulled back just enough to drag my tongue down her throat. She tipped her head back, giving me full rein to do as I wished with her. I could spend all night nibbling and sucking and tasting her sweet flesh. She moaned and slid her fingers into my hair, holding me against her like she thought I was going to stop.
I was too far gone to stop.
I nibbled over her collarbone and grew harder when she sighed happily, her breath fanning across my face. I moved across her throat, teasing us both as my cock throbbed against her soft center. I ached to plunge into her, but I was savoring every breath, every moan, every taste of her.
She yanked me back to her lips, her tongue diving into my mouth with an excitement that had me smiling. She growled at me, tightening her fingers in my hair until my scalp stung. Her tongue was thick and hot in my mouth, swirling around mine and making me chase her.
I’d never chased her in my life, but I’d dreamed of it more times than I could count.
My hands went to her hips and stayed there for a second. My brain was getting confused, but my body knew exactly what to do. Where to touch her, how to touch her. Every hesitation was marked by my lifelong requirement to keep my hands off her.
Not tonight.
I cupped her thighs and lifted her. She squeaked then wrapped her legs around my hips and moaned.
“That feels so good,” she groaned against my lips. “More, Kapena. Please.”
I walked toward my room, kissing my way down her neck. I dipped my tongue between her breasts and kneaded the perfect globes of her ass, encouraging her to ride me.
Her first strokes were tentative, as though she’d never been in control before. Shocked gasps slipped from her lips every time she lowered her sweet pussy onto my cock. I had to walk faster so I didn’t come in my damn shorts before I got her to my bed.
I kicked my bedroom door closed, just in case Sawyer decided to show up and let himself in, then focused only on the beautiful woman who was halfway to an orgasm that seemed just out of her reach.
“Let me help with that,” I said, pinning her back to the door and grinding my cock between her succulent thighs.
She moaned instantly, her head dropping back against the door. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she held on.
I stroked against her until she panted my name and begged me to let her come, then I eased back.
“Oh, God, no. Please. I need to come. Oh, God.” She trembled with her unreleased orgasm.
I lowered her feet to the floor and shook my head. “You need to wait just one more minute.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered. “I’m dying.”
I shook my head. “I need to feel you, Ada. I’m not going to have your first orgasm with me happen when there’s a barrier between us. I want to feel every ripple of your body as you scream my name and vibrate with the orgasm that’s right there waiting for me.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned. Her whole body tightened with my words, swaying toward me.
I grabbed the hem of her red dress and brushed my knuckles over her thighs as I drew it up. She quivered at the gentle touch. Inch by inch, I lifted her dress, a fingertip or a knuckle or a nail against her skin the whole way. Over the valley of her thighs, curve of her belly, the rise of her breast, the dip of her collarbone, the planes of her face.
I tossed the dress to the floor and stared into her eyes. I needed her to see how much I wanted her. That it didn’t matter what she wore or what she thought of the body she was trying to cover with her arms, I wanted her.
She gasped at the look in my eyes, then melted before me. Liquid heat spilled from her to me and I finally let my gaze leave her face and travel down her sexy body.
Her hair spilled over her shoulders not reaching as far as her breasts, but guiding me toward the red lace that teased me. The peaks of her nipples were visible through the delicate lace. Her belly was pale compared to the rest of her, but she had no reason to hide it. She’d be the sexiest woman on any beach if she wore a bikini. She was the kind of woman who made a one-piece sexy, too. Ada radiated beautiful woman. Sexy. Womanly. Stunning. She was everything I ever wanted in a woman, but more.
My gaze kept going, over the red lace covered mound that I ached to explore and down her curvy legs that felt so fucking good wrapped around my hips. I couldn’t wait to feel that again. Hell, even her red toes were sexy. I wanted to suck on those, too.
She stood there, letting me look. I lazily brought my gaze back up to her face, cataloguing every freckle, every dimple on her skin, every perfect thing about her. Because I knew I wouldn’t get another chance to study her the way I was.
When her eyes met mine, I couldn’t stand being so far away from her for another second. I took the step that brought us back into contact and dragged her lips to mine. One hand went to her hair, the other straight to her lacy breast.
I smiled against her lips when she gasped as I pinched her nipple. The lace added to her sensations, but it was all Ada. Ada who responded to me like no other woman ever had or ever would. Ada who made me feel like I was a superhero among men. Ada who dragged her nails down my back and yanked my shirt off.
Then groaned.
Me, too, baby. Me, too.
The lace heightened everything for me, too. Her nipples were harder, rougher. Her breasts perfect and round and ready for my lips. I tore myself from her mouth so I could taste them and tease her. I nipped her through the lace, already smelling her. I kept her body tight against the rest of me, making sure she could feel how hard she made me. I didn’t want her to think what we were doing was a chore for me. It wasn’t a pity fuck. It wasn’t anything other than me giving in, for one night, to the woman I’d wanted for as long as I could remember.
Chapter Nine
I snaked my tongue under the cup of her bra and captured her nipple. Her breath hitched, arching her back and pressing her breast deeper into my mouth. I yanked the bra to the side so I could suck all of her into me.
She whimpered, her hips moving on their own, searching for something to rub her clit against. I had just the thing.
I kept her nipple in my mouth and dropped my hands to her hips, and yanked. Her lace panties shredded in my fingers, falling to the floor at our feet.
She gasped. “Did you just rip them?”
I answered by stroking a finger over her clit, knowing she wouldn’t care about the scrap of fabric on my floor if she got what she wanted.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her hips setting a rhythm against my finger. She spread her thighs to give me better access, and I slid a finger deep into her. “Don’t stop, Kapena. Please, don’t stop.”
I loved when a woman begged for what she wanted. When she was so far gone, she thought she’d die if she didn’t get to come within seconds. Hearing my name on Ada’s lips, feeling her soaked pussy on my fingers, I knew I’d died and gone to heaven. Nothing would ever be as good as that moment. When she first let go. When we both knew there was no turning back. When the line I’d drawn in the sand was obliterated and we knew it was the best decision we’d made in a long t
ime.
“Kapena,” she whimpered, her legs failing to hold her up.
I clamped my arm around her back and stood so she could use me to support her weight. “Don’t hold back, Ada. Give this to me. Right now, sweetheart. Right now.”
I swiped my thumb over her clit and thrust a second finger deep into her, and she came. Her screams echoed in my ears. Her body shook with a force that threatened to bring us both to our knees. Her channel clamped down so hard on my fingers my cock ached, desperate to feel her do it again.
I moved us to the bed as she started to come down. Her knees hit the mattress and she started to fall back. I eased her down, toying with her folds as she stretched out on my bed.
The last time she was there, she disappeared for weeks. Fear clutched at my throat, telling me she would run again. Then I caught sight of her eyes, watching me. They fluttered closed, then snapped open, like she couldn’t keep herself from watching me.
I eased my fingers in and out again, drawing a loud moan from her. She watched me as I lowered to my knees between her sexy thighs.
“Kapena, no. You don’t have to.”
“Let me, Ada.” I stared at her spread wide for me and nearly swallowed my tongue. She was so beautiful. Wet and pink and perfect. I had to taste her. I needed to feel her on my tongue. “Please,” I begged, letting her see how badly I wanted her.
She swallowed roughly and nodded.
I lowered my head to her, holding her gaze the entire time. I moved my thumb at the last second, replacing it with my tongue. I flicked her clit, smiling when her hips rose to my face. Just that one brush of her and I knew I could spend the rest of the night there and never feel like I had enough of her.
A breathy moan vibrated out of her as she laid back, letting me have complete control of her body. I set to work, determined to make up for everything that worthless ex of hers never did for her. She’d never regret that they broke up if I had anything to say about it. Or do about it.
I set a lazy rhythm with my fingers, sliding in and out of her slowly. I tasted every inch of her, spreading her thighs wide so I could suckle the flesh between her thighs and my fingers. I dragged my tongue from her entrance up to her clit and back down again. I pried into every crevice and memorized every sound she made, every touch, every taste of her.
When her channel tightened around my fingers, I latched on to her clit and curled my fingers inside her. She screamed, her orgasm surprising her as it crashed through her. I drank every last drop she gave me and kissed my way back up her body.
She greedily dragged me back to her lips, but I paused.
“Let me clean up.”
She shook her head. “No. I want to taste me on you.”
I groaned and dove into her, letting her get as much as she wanted. I loved a woman who didn’t shy away from her own sexuality. Who loved her orgasms as much as I did.
My cock brushed against her curls as we kissed. I ached to thrust into her, but without a condom, I wasn’t taking any chances.
Ada finally pulled back. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“Condom,” I said, rolling to the side to get one from my nightstand. Before I could get it on, Ada slid to the floor and wrapped her pouty lips around me. “Holy fuck.”
She swept her eyelashes down over her cheeks and sucked my cock deep into her throat. I saw fucking stars as she swirled her tongue around the tip and deep-throated me again.
“Jesus, baby. You gotta stop. I’m not coming in that sexy little mouth of yours.”
She shook her head and stood. “No, you’re not. I need you inside me. I need to feel you come.”
“Me, too.”
I rolled the condom on and stretched out of the bed. A look of panic flashed over her eyes before it was replaced by pure excitement.
Oh, yeah. My sexy woman wanted to be on top.
She crawled over me, setting her thighs wide to accommodate me. I held my cock straight so she could lower herself onto me, both of us groaning as she took me in inch by delicious inch.
When I was fully seated in her and could feel her circling the base of my cock, we both paused. She met my eyes and damn if she wasn’t the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. Ada, my Ada, her beautiful breasts on display for me. Her thighs spread wide so I could watch myself disappear into her. Miles of golden skin waiting for me to touch.
I was the luckiest son of a bitch on earth.
Then she started to move. She pressed on my chest to give herself leverage, easing her pussy off me only to lower herself back down again a second later. Her pace was fast, as though she couldn’t wait for us to finish.
I was just as anxious, but I had lots of reasons to draw it out as long as possible. The first being it wouldn’t happen again. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to keep her there with me as long as possible.
I settled my hands on her hips and guided her movements. She followed my rhythm, lifting and sinking onto me at a pace that had my eyes crossing from trying to hold back.
Her breath faltered, deep breaths becoming pants.
“Yes, Kapena. Oh, God. I don’t know if I can keep going.”
“Don’t stop, Ada. Next time I’ll be on top, baby. I love watching you.”
I leaned up and captured one bouncing breast in my mouth, sucking her nipple into my mouth. The added stimulus spurred her on, ratcheting up her rhythm.
I met her stroke for stroke, thrusting up hard every time she sank down. She gasped with each jolt of our bodies together. I slid my hand between us and slid a thumb over her clit, kicking her rhythm up one more notch.
“I can’t, Kapena,” she whimpered, gasping for breath. “I can’t.”
“Touch yourself, Ada. Put your hand where mine is.”
She dragged one hand down my chest, over my abs, and between us. Her fingers melded with mine and took over, racing over her clit with expert precision.
I gripped her hips hard and guided her up and down my shaft, tilting her back so I could hit her deep inside.
“Ah. Oh. Yes. More. Fuck!” she gasped, then screamed.
Her body clamped down on my cock, the rest of her a wet noodle as she came hard. She flopped around, unable to control where she moved as she screamed her orgasm out.
I kept going, completely lost to her. Her tits bounced in my face, reminding me of every porn I’d ever seen. Her screams echoed in my head as I lost sense of everything around me except the stunning woman I was coming inside of.
I slammed her down onto my cock hard, my nuts tightening before my vision went dark and I came so hard I thought I was going to throw up.
Everything jerked. My legs, my hands, my chest. My cock felt like it was never going to stop and I worried the condom wouldn’t hold it all.
Ada. I was inside Ada. That was the only thing running through my head the entire time.
She collapsed onto me when my fingers finally eased on her hips. Her hand was still pinned between us, neither of us able to move from the positions we were in.
I wanted nothing more than to roll her over and tuck her under my chin and never let her go. But I knew she’d go. She never wanted a guy like me, and the reminder of that came back with painful memories of all the men she’d been with.
Hell, she’d be in another man’s bed if it weren’t for the fact that he broke up with her.
I clamped my eyes shut and breathed her in, memorizing every tidbit about making love to her. It wouldn’t be long before she’d run for the door and I’d only have my memories to prove what we just did actually happened.
My cock softened and slid from her. It nearly fucking broke me to know I’d never be inside her again.
She finally pushed up and went across the hall to the bathroom. She left the doors open, but when she came back into my room, she started searching for her clothes.
“Don’t go yet,” I said softly.
She paused and nodded.
I went to the bathroom and trashed the condom, trying to figure out h
ow I was going to watch her walk out the door.
She was studying what was left of her panties when I walked back in. I shrugged.
“Sorry. I couldn’t wait another second to touch you.”
She pulled in a deep breath and held my gaze for a long moment. When she ducked her head, I knew it was the end. Then she said, “I had a lot to drink. Would you mind if I crashed here for the night?”
I paused, knowing I couldn’t demand she spend the night in my bed, even though that was where she belonged. I waited too long because she shook her head and reached for her clothes.
“Never mind. I’ll call Jack or someone.”
“No,” I blurted.
“No?”
I shook my head. “No. Stay here. I want you to stay here.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded. She picked up her clothes and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I was going to sleep in the other room. Or on the couch.”
I shook my head. “You’re insane if you think I’m done with you, Ada. This is my one night to have you. And I’ll be damned if I don’t have you all night long.”
She gasped and lifted her confused eyes turned up to meet mine. She saw something she understood in them because she dropped her clothes and launched herself back into my arms for round two.
Spending the night with a woman was committing to a relationship. It was saying we were more than a casual fuck. With Ada, it was the only option.
We wore ourselves out in the bedroom and went back to the kitchen to replenish our energy. I ended up eating her for a snack instead.
Then of course we had to clean up in the shower.
And try the bed again since we said we were going to get some sleep.
When the sun started to peek through the blinds, I knew I was screwed. There was no way I could let her walk away and survive.
We finally fell asleep as the sun tried to break in. I tucked her under my chin, her sexy backside pressed against me. I was ready for her again and knew nothing would be better than waking up with her in my arms, sliding into my warm and willing woman to start the day.
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