And god help me, before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m kissing him back. I’m kissing him like I’m about to die and this is the last kiss I’ll ever have.
Because it feels like it.
After this I’ll be dead, utterly dead. Emotionally, mentally, physically.
Because I’ll never be kissed like this again.
“You need this as much as I do,” he growls into my mouth, the sweet vibrations rolling through me.
And I do. Fuck my life, I do. I’ve never needed anything more than this spark igniting between us.
This connection I have with him. This feeling of belonging.
Desperate to hang onto it, my hands tear at him with a mind of their own. Grabbing his shirt, I try to lift it over his head.
Reaching down, he helps me, taking the fabric from my hands. He breaks our kiss only long enough to rip the shirt off.
Then his lips are on me again as my palms explore his skin. Learning all the hard planes of his body by touch.
But it’s not enough. I need more of him. I need to feel more of his skin against my skin.
As if he can read my mind, as if he has the same frantic need, his hands grab my shirt, pulling it up between us.
Then my chest is against his chest and we’re finally skin to skin.
My bra the only thing between us, I feel his deep rumble of pleasure through the fabric.
And my nipples tighten at the sensation.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tug at him. Desperate to have him closer because he’ll never be close enough.
Hands molding around my ass, he lifts me up and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist.
Somehow he manages to carry me and kiss me at the same time. Only stopping from time to time to push me up against a wall and grind his hips into me. Rubbing his erection against my clit.
By the time my back hits a bed, I’m so worked up, so needy and wet, I begin to grow frustrated.
Everything is happening fast, but as he works on pulling off my shorts and his pants, it’s not fast enough to sate the ache pulsing between my legs.
Or the deep, sudden need to have him inside me.
I need him now, before I remember why I shouldn’t be doing this.
Before I remember everything this is going to fuck up.
Once the last of our clothes are gone, he settles himself between my open thighs, but he doesn’t enter me. No, he breaks the kiss to move his mouth down to my breasts.
I groan with impatience as sucks my nipple into his hot mouth, his tongue toying with me.
Any other day… but not today.
Deciding to take matters into my hands, literally, I reach down between us and find his cock bobbing between us. He stiffens, his mouth sucking tight as my fingers wrap around his warm, velvety skin.
I arch my back in response, my nipple tightening so hard it borders on pain, until he finally releases me with a groan.
“If you don’t stop, you’re going to unman me,” he warns, his mouth still hovering over my breast.
“What does that even mean?” I pant and flutter my lashes at him, playing innocent as I stroke my hand slowly up and down his length.