Page 45 of The Woman

“And you’ve either been trying to hide me away in bathrooms or bedrooms or order me around.”

I come to a stop directly in front of her, my eyes narrowing. “You are my chosen woman, or have you forgotten that?”

Thick tension fills the air, and it seems to multiply as the small space between us slowly evaporates. The tip of her tongue pokes out to wet her bottom lip, and my eyes zero in on the movement. I swear I can feel the moisture on my own lips with how close I am.

I’m not sure who moves first, but in the next second, my hands reach up to grip her cheeks, while her hands take a fistful of my shirt, and then our mouths come together in a fierce and passionate kiss.

My greedy tongue plunges into her mouth, no longer holding back. Her taste immediately invades my senses, sending them into a frenzy of need. This kiss is not tame or elegant. It’s needy and rough – a release of pent-up sexual tension. And she’s no less eager than me, matching each stroke of her tongue with mine.

The force in which I’m ravaging her has us moving until her back hits the wall by her bedroom. I snatch her up while continuing the assault on her mouth and bring us into her room before placing her on her feet again.

Cool air hits my stomach a second later, right before warm hands land on my pecs. She must have undid the buttons of my shirt without me even noticing. That’s how far gone I am.

There is still a small part of me screaming to feel some semblance of control, even if it’s false; she has me completely captivated.

Still, I try to gain an upper hand in the situation by sliding one hand up to grip her throat and lightly squeeze while the other makes a trek down to grab a handful of her ass. She moans into my mouth, and if my dick wasn’t already hard as steel, it would be from that sound alone.

Knowing that she actually wants this as much as I do, and not just because she’s supposed to do it, is the biggest turn-on.

I keep kneading while letting her feel over my stomach and chest. I’ve craved this: her touch, her hands on me.

I’ve wanted to touch her ass since the very first time I saw her in those tiny shorts but never allowed myself the pleasure.

I’ve wanted to touch her all over, but I kept denying myself.

Not anymore, though. I know there will be no stopping this time.

My body is burning up, and my desire for her is skyrocketing.

Releasing her neck, I reach for the hem of her tiny dress and pull it up and over her head. Then, I take a second to rake my eyes over her body and appreciate her almost naked form, from the curves of her hips up to the swells of her breasts and then to her lust-drunk face. Her lips . . . her lips are so fucking addicting. Especially since I now know they hold in her secrets but aren’t afraid to talk back to me.

I lift my hand to run a thumb across her bottom lip and then drop it to a hardened nipple, rolling the bud between my fingers. Fast breaths tumble from her mouth, probably as fast as my own, along with a hum of enjoyment.

Seconds later, she’s gripping the back of my head and bringing my mouth back to hers.

I return my free hand to her neck and continue tweaking her nipple with my other. When she makes an attempt to unbuckle my belt, I release her nipple to grip her wrists and stop her. Not because I don’t want my pants off, but rather for a show of dominance.

My lips almost tilt into a smirk against hers when she lets out a huff of annoyance. I take both her wrists and pin them behind her back in one of my hands while using the other to unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. They drop to the ground with a thud, and then we’re both standing in only our underwear.

I pull back slightly and look down at her parted lips and glazed-over eyes.

“So fucking beautiful.”

She struggles against my hold on her, and after a moment of watching her frustration grow, I let her go. Instead of allowing her to touch me again, I push her to lie down on the bed behind her, then reach for the sides of her underwear to pull down along her smooth legs.

She watches me the whole time, her chest rising and falling in silent anticipation.

I waste no time and quickly tug my boxer-briefs off before coming down on top of her.

I’m desperate to feel her. Desperate to be inside her.

I lay feverish kisses over the skin of her neck and chest, marking her with my touch and biting into her flesh while she threads her fingers through my hair and tugs on the strands, whimpering and moaning, whispering my name.

Sliding my hand down past her soft stomach, I run my fingers over her wet center and then slide them inside. A groan rumbles through my chest at the feel of her heat surrounding my fingers, and once again, imagining it being my cock instead.

I pump only a handful of times, feeling her tighten around them before I can’t take it anymore.

Crazed and consumed, I push her legs further apart and line myself up. There are no thoughts or words, only instinct as I plunge into her in one go.

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