Page 14 of Walk Off

From then on, there’d been no going back.

Not even, it seemed, after she’d broken his heart.

He struggled to find the key card to his room with Celia in his arms. He didn’t, not for one second, want to let her go. The fear that she’d walk away and leave him again was right there, and he wasn’t taking any chances.

He wasn’t dumb enough to think this meant more than it was. It was sex. But that didn’t mean he wanted it to end before it even started.

Finally, the door opened and they fell inside.

“I need you naked,” he said against her throat as he licked and sucked on her delicious skin. Skin that tasted even better than he remembered.

“I want you too,” she panted out, her hands fumbling with his pants as she worked to get them open.

There was no finesse, just urgency and they rushed to rid themselves of all their clothes. His breath caught in his throat when he stopped kissing her long enough to help her with his tie and shirt, and he saw her covered in only her bra and panties.

“Holy fuck,” he choked out. She was fucking gorgeous. Her body had blossomed into a full-on woman’s body in the last eight years. Gone were the narrow hips of her youth, replaced with lush curves that had him panting.

She tried to cover herself with her arms. “I’m, uh, bigger than before.”

He got the sense from her tone that she didn’t love her new curves as much as he did. He dipped his head, dropping his forehead against hers. “You were always sexy, but these,” he ran his hands over her hips seductively, before gripping her hard and pulling her against his throbbing dick, “are a fucking wet dream. Can’t you feel how much I want you?”

Her eyes still held uncertainty even through his obvious desire. “Can we maybe just turn the lights off?”

He shook his head as he began to kiss a path down her face. “No way. I want to see every inch of you.” He made his way slowly down her body, kissing every inch of her face, neck, and shoulders. Her skin tasted faintly of vanilla.

Someday, he wanted to taste her skin fresh from the shower when there was nothing else on it.

Fuck, he needed to shut those kinds of thoughts down. She may be the one who got away, and the only woman he’d ever loved, but he had to remember that this was nothing more than one night.

Hopefully, one spectacular night.

“Kyle,” she moaned out his name as he ran his lips over her still-covered tits, feeling her hard nipple under the material.

“You like this?” He flicked his eyes upward. He wanted to see her face to see what he did to her.

Eyes closed, cheeks flushed and lips parted, she breathed heavily.

Jesus, he wished he could take a picture of her like this. Those three months they’d had together all those years ago, he never remembered her like this. They’d been horny and young, and it had all been about the thrill of being together. They’d never taken their time. He never cherished her as he should have. He wouldn’t have known how back then.

They were just kids who fell in love, and then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

With as much control as he could muster, he flicked open her bra from the back and watched as the material fell away and her tits came into view.

Still small but still fucking glorious. Slowly, and with the patience of a saint, he ran his thumb over one already hard nipple. He’d always been fascinated with her nipples, but at twenty-one, he’d never really known what to do with them. Boobs were amazing, but he’d had no clue how much pleasure either person could get just from touching or sucking them.

He was older and wiser now.

She moaned, but at the same time covered his hand with hers. “What are you doing?”

He used his other hand to remove hers. “Exploring. Don’t you like it?” He ran his tongue over her collarbone and felt her shiver under him.

“You never did this before.” There was confusion in her voice.

“I’ve learned a lot since then.” He caressed her nipple again, loving her gasp as he did.

“Oh god,” she moaned out.

That sound, the sound of her arousal, pushed him over his limit. He’d wanted to go slow, to take his time so he could remember everything about this night. That was no longer possible. He had his head dipped and his mouth latched onto her nipple in seconds.

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