Page 16 of Walk Off

He liked this version of Celia a hell of a lot more.

“What in the holy hell,” she breathed out as he moved up her body, kissing and licking a path to her tits. He took a hard nipple in his mouth, biting down. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to have her moaning and arching her back.

“You taste so good.” And she did. Her skin, her tits, and her pussy, all tasted like the best slice of pie he’d ever eaten.

And he wanted more.

So much more.

“Are you still on the pill,” he said against her neck, his cock hard and ready against her pussy. He knew, deep down, that they should still use a condom. He had no idea who she’d been with since their last time, and even though he was tested regularly, he should also want to protect her.

But he knew how it felt to be inside her without a condom, and that’s what he wanted.

She froze under him, her expression going from relaxed and satisfied to severe and fearful.

Almost the same as when she’d first spotted him earlier in the night.

“Do you have a condom?”

He nodded. “I do.”

“We need to use it.” She relaxed a little, but the fear was still there, hidden behind her sexual desire.

He wanted to dig deeper. To ask her what was wrong. But he also wanted to fuck her. The desire to fuck her won out. This might be the only time he got to be with her. Talking could wait.

He found his pants, and inside his wallet where he pulled out a condom and, as quickly as possible, opened it and slid it down his hard length. She watched him the whole time, and in those few seconds, he felt her need for him come back full force.

She was still on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. The perfect position.

He stepped between her legs, pushing them wider the closer he got. “You look so sexy lying here naked and sated.” He ran the tip of his dick through her wetness, imploring himself to go slow, not to push in yet. His eyes raked over her body and he placed his hand on her stomach. Like her hips, it was different, but in a good way.

A very good way.

Whatever had given her the curves she currently had, he was a fan of.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” His fingers traced around her belly button as his control slipped further and further away.

She nodded, her mouth open. “Please.”

They’d never played this game. This ‘will they, won’t they?’ He’d never asked if she wanted to be fucked. Hell, he’d never called it fucking. They’d had sex or made love.

That was the beginner level. This was expert. He knew what he wanted and so did she. There was no toying around. No sweet words or soft touches.

He wanted to fuck her until he got rid of her memory. Then, and only then, would he be able to move on.

With his mind a mess of feelings and his heart wanting more than just this one night, he tried to ignore them both as he pushed inside Celia’s hot, wet body. Her body gripped his dick tightly and for a second, he wondered if he’d even be able to get fully inside her.

“Kyle.” The way she said his name, all needy and desperate, had him on the verge of coming.

He pushed in further, until he was fully sheathed inside her. He paused only for a beat, only to give her a second to get used to him, before pulling fully back out until only the tip of him was inside her.

He wanted to hear her beg him for his dick.

It was on his bucket list of things he wanted before he died.

Along with several other things that all involved Celia.

He was an idiot if he thought he was going to be able to walk away from this woman after this. But it wasn’t up to him. She’d walked off once and she’d probably do it again.

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