Page 19 of That Kiss

“How are you going to breathe?”

“Let me put this as bluntly as possible: I want you to sit on me—as in sit your entire ass with that sweet pussy dripping right into my mouth. Hold on to the headboard and I’ll guide you down with my hands on your hips. But I mean it,” I say, looking up at her, “grab my hair, grab the headboard, whatever you need to do . . . I want you to imagine you’re on my cock. Use me to get off.”

The second she’s over me, my tongue on her clit and inside her, it’s like her body knows exactly what to do. Her thighs tremble and quake as she grips the headboard, her hips moving in rhythm with my tongue as she moans my name louder and louder. Watching her come undone above me is pure ecstasy. Her head falls back, her hands toying with her nipples as her orgasm ripples through her body.

I want to ask her if she’s really never sat on a man’s face before, but I couldn’t form a sentence if my life depended on it. All I can manage to do is roll over and grab a condom before I sink inside her.

When I roll over her, expecting her to crack a joke like she usually does in tense situations, my breath catches in my chest when I look at her. Her eyes are heavy with the satisfied look of a woman in love, and she pulls me to her, welcoming me inside her as her lips find mine in a sigh of passion.

I push the thought to the back of my head, closing my eyes and rolling my hips to slide deeper inside her. My actions are met with an erotic moan as Juniper digs her nails into my arms, her hips lift, and her lips part.

“Fuuuuck.” My thighs are already shaking. My body clenches as I hold myself back from losing it already.

“More, please.” Her words come out in half-moans, her hands clawing at my chest as she lifts her hips.

All I want to do is give her more, to please her. I thrust into her again, this time my lips meeting hers gently before pulling back and repeating the process. I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?” I look down her body, her breasts swaying with my thrusts, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

“Ye-e-s,” the word catches on her breath, “oh, oh, you feel so good inside me.” Her back arches and I watch as goosebumps break out across her skin and her nipples grow harder. She writhes beneath me as she milks my cock, my hips continuing their movements as my body begins to shake from holding back my orgasm.

Everything about her is alluring and sensual and feminine. She doesn’t hold back her moans or telling me exactly how good my cock makes her feel. It’s like she’s in her element, allowing her body to lose control.

“I’m coming!” Her fingers curl into fists beneath my grip, her stomach clenching as she cries out my name. “Yes, Deck, oh, fuck me!”

I lose it.

I growl into her neck as my body convulses from the orgasm that rips through me. I won’t allow myself to look into her eyes as I find my release. I know I’ll say something stupid in the moment that I’ll later regret. Instead, I bury my nose against her neck, gently sucking her salty skin.

“Mmm.” Her moan is pure satisfaction as her fists uncurl and I release my grip on her wrists. “That was?—”

“A good start,” I cut her off, flopping onto my back next to her.

“Presumptuous?” She turns to look at me.

I reach down and pull the used condom from my cock, quickly replacing it with a new one before rolling up to my knees.

“If you think I’m letting you leave before I fuck the living shit out of you,” I flip her over, lift her by her hips, and smack her ass loudly, “then you’re mistaken.”

“Ohhh.” Her head lolls forward, dropping down between her shoulders as I inch myself back inside her.

“Don’t resist.” I spank her again, this time pulling her back further onto my cock.

“It’s so deep,” she groans, “so thick.” Her fingers and toes curl, her hips inching forward again to relieve herself from the intrusion.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Juniper?” I begin to slide in and out of her in long, deep strokes, pushing against her upper back so her face is lying flat against the mattress. “All the flirty looks,” I grit the words out through a clenched jaw, “teasing me those years you knew I couldn’t have you. You were such a naughty thing,” beads of sweat line my brow as I quicken my strokes, “and now you’re going to be punished.”

I don’t relent. I use her, fucking her wildly until my head is falling back and I’m pulling her onto my cock one last time. I bark out an animal-like sound when my release finds me, my eyesight going dark as I struggle to stay upright.

It’s the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever felt, like an out-of-body experience. By the time I come down from it, we’re entangled in a sweaty pile of limbs. I excuse myself to toss the condom and grab a towel to see to her, but when I return, she’s already out of bed, reaching for her panties.

“Here, let me.” I hold the towel out as I step toward her, but she brushes past me.

“I’m just gonna pee really quick then we can head out.”

“Head out?” I ask, but when I turn around, she’s closed the bathroom door. I toss the towel on the nightstand and sink back down into the bed. When Juney walks out of the bathroom, I’m leaning back against the headboard.

“Get dressed.” She tosses me my shirt. “I have an early start tomorrow, so I’d like to get home ASAP.”

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