Page 117 of Designs on You

But then he turned her around. “So, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now.”

Oh. Maybehewas breaking up withher. The thought made her stomach plummet, but then she realized how ridiculous that was. Wouldn’t it be easier if he dumped her, so she wouldn’t haveto be the one to crush his heart? Though it was still going to hurt either way.

“Okay. Tell me.”

He swept her hair away from her face. His touch gave her goosebumps. Always had. And when he stroked his thumb across her bottom lip, her knees went weak.

How was she going to survive without those butterflies, that feeling of being swept away by his every touch?

“I love you, Natalie. I’m in love with you. I want you in my life. Every day.”

Oh no. She hadn’t expected this. Those words, the look of utter, truthful love on his face. Before she could utter a rebuttal, he kissed her—a deep, passionate, curl-her-toes kind of kiss with lots of hot, delicious tongue that sent desire swirling through her nerve endings.

She wanted to object, to push him away, put a stop to this. But then he pulled the neck of her top down and pressed searing wet kisses along her throat and collarbone. His hand moved to her ass and squeezed, massaged, drew her against his hard cock, making her dizzy with the need to feel him inside of her. And then all thoughts of having any kind of breakup conversation fled.

With desperate intent she pulled up his shirt, sliding her hands inside to feel the hard planes and angles of his abs. She slid her hand into the waistband of his shorts, grasping his cock and stroking up, then down, focusing her gaze on the burning-hot look in his eyes.

“Naked,” he groaned, jerking the waistband of her pants down. “Now.”

Clothes were flung everywhere and suddenly they were both naked in the living room. Natalie spread a blanket out on the sofa while Eugene disappeared for a few seconds to grab a condom. He came back and kneeled down in front of her on the sofa, pulling her down so her hips rested on the edge.

“I’ve been dying to get you alone,” he said, pressing his fingers on her thighs. “I need to taste you, make you come.”

He put his mouth on her sex and she arched her hips, moaning with sheer delight at the exquisite sensations. Eugene was relentless, never letting up as his mouth and tongue took her right to the edge, then over. She was certain that scream was hers as she shook through the intense waves.

Shaken after that incredible orgasm, it took her a minute to do anything other than lie on the sofa like a limp mop. Meanwhile, Eugene had gone into the kitchen and come back with a glass of water. She took a sip, coating her parched throat. She handed the glass to Eugene, and he took a few sips, then laid the glass on the table.

Then she pushed him to sit on the sofa and straddled him.

“I like where this is going,” he said, sliding his hands around her hips.

She reached over where he had put the condom, flipping the package back and forth in her hands. “Since your cock is still hard—which is very impressive, I might add—let’s get this on.”

“Hey, you’re naked and you just screamed so loud when you came I think I’ll be hard for the rest of the night.”

“Ooh. A challenge. I do like a challenge.” She leaned over and cupped his face in her hands, then put her mouth to his, taking inhis breath, his lips, his tongue, the way his hands swept over her back and lower. The combination drove her wild with desire.

She ripped open the condom package and applied it to his cock, then rose up and slowly slid down over him. The feel of him entering her, the way he filled her so completely, made her insides quiver with sensation. She took a shuddering breath.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Mmm. More than okay.” She leaned over him, lifting, then filling herself with the length and thickness of him. The eye contact between them intensified her pleasure, making her lose herself in the beauty of his face. This face that she was going to let go of, that she was going to allow to leave her forever.

Don’t think about it. Not now. Not yet.

“What you do to me, Natalie,” he whispered as he grasped her hips and dragged her clit across his pelvis.

She gasped, leaning closer to him, using his shoulders to help her balance as she grew closer to orgasm. “Yes. Like that. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t, just kept going until she came apart, and then he drove deeply into her and shuddered with her. She dropped down on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her, both of them shaking with the force of their orgasms.

And then he just held her like that, for the longest time, smoothing his hands up and down her back. She could have fallen asleep like this, could have let him hold her like this forever so she didn’t have to face reality.

At least until her hip started to cramp.

She climbed off and went to use the bathroom, freshened up a bit, then came back to the living room to grab her clothes.

“Whoa, wait a second. What are you doing?”

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