Only One Night (Only One 3)

“Give me your jacket,” she says. I shrug off my suit jacket, and she gently folds it, then lays it on the arm of the couch. “Come sit. We need to talk.”

Nodding, I walk to the couch and sit down. She sits down away from me, and I lean over and bring her closer to me. “I missed you,” I say when she’s under my arm. “It’s fucking crazy, and I can’t even explain it if I tried, but I just . . .”

“I know,” she says. Her hand comes up to touch my face, tracing my lips with her index finger. “I missed you also, which is insane to say since I didn’t even know you until last week,” she says and looks down as if she is embarrassed by the declaration. I put my finger under her chin and raise it so I can see her eyes.

“Don’t hide from me,” I say, and she tilts her chin forward. I lean in and kiss her. Her mouth opens for my tongue, and the kiss turns needy. Both of us are needing to feel the other. She leans in now just a bit more, and I pull her to me. Her legs go over mine as she straddles my lap. Her pussy lands straight on my cock, who is ready to come out and play. “I didn’t come here for that,” I say, making sure she knows I really didn’t come here for this. “I came to see you.”

“I know,” she says, leaning in and biting my bottom lip before I slip my tongue back into her mouth. My hands have a mind of their own when I cup her tits over her tank top. Her nipples are itching to be played with. While our tongues fight with each other and our heads move from side to side to deepen the kiss, I pull down her tank top, and my finger moves over her nipple lightly. She lets go of my lips to moan. I bend, taking the nipple into my mouth while she arches her back and her hips move. “Manning,” she says, running her hand through my hair. I pull down the other side and bite the other nipple. “God,” she hisses out.

“Manning,” I say, smirking at her as I suck her nipple into my mouth.

“Bedroom,” she says to me, and I stop and look at her face. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and her tits are out and perfect. “I want to be spread open for you. I don’t want any restriction.” I wrap an arm around her waist, standing, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I decide it’s my favorite way to kiss her. “That way.” She points at the door on the side of the family room. I walk into the dimly lit room, and I see her in this whole room. It is everything I thought it would be.

The walls are a light gray, the ceiling has wood all over it, and it’s the same color as the walls. A bench is in front of her king-size bed. The lights on her side table are on low. I look at the frame above her bed.

You will forever be my always.

I stand here thinking about how that quote sums her up perfectly. I walk to the bed, stopping at the side. She unwraps her legs from my waist and gets on her knees on the bed. Her fingers come out and slowly unbutton my shirt. My stomach sinks in when she opens it and then kisses the middle of my chest. She reaches up, pushing the white shirt off my shoulder, and kisses the middle of my tattoo.

“Baby,” I say, and she smiles, putting her head back. I lean down and kiss her lips softly. Her hands go to my hips, and I pull her sweater off her and then her tank top. “Lean back,” I say, and she gets on her back, and I see the wet spot on her light gray shorts. I touch the wet spot, and her head rolls side to side as her eyes close. “I’ve thought about this moment ever since I woke up that Sunday alone.”

“Me, too,” she pants out.

I pull the shorts off her hips, and I find her bare. All fucking bare. “Mine,” I growl out and get on my knees. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I bury my face, “I thought about doing this to you five times a day.” I lick up, and her legs open more for me. She puts her leg on my shoulder, and I watch her face as I slide two fingers in her.

“Manning.” She calls my name, and it’s even better than in my dreams. “Please.”

“What, baby?” I ask as my fingers fuck her a bit faster. Her hands are on her tits as she plays with her nipples. “Tell me what you want.”