Page 29 of Never Enough

We haven’t had sex yet and I’m trying to be a gentleman, but pre-cum is dripping against my thigh.

The moment the door shuts behind us, Daphne’s on me. Her lips crush against mine, hungry and demanding. Her hands are everywhere, lighting fires under my skin. They find their way to my jeans, unapologetic and bold.

“Are you sure?” I groan out the words, but they’re more of a formality than a question.Please, God.Please, say yes.

Her breath is hot against my ear. “I’ve been waiting since the second I first saw you.”

Fuck yeah.

Desire, dark and all-consuming, swallows us whole.

Daphne’s hands are everywhere. My skin burns under her touch. I’ve been aroused all night, the tension building with every look she threw my way across the table.

I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back gently. She tilts into the grip, exposing the length of her neck. I press my lips to herskin, tasting the salt and the faint trace of her perfume. She sighs, a sound that drives me wild.

“Alex, please,” she moans with my lips against her. Fuuuck, she’s right. I can’t wait either. I trail my hands down her body to find her firm and inviting ass. When I lift her, she wraps her legs around my waist like it’s where she belongs. She’s not too heavy or light, but instead is just right, fitting perfectly against me. Her dress is soft under my hands, but all I can think about is what’s beneath. I lean in and kiss the top of her breasts through the thin fabric. She moans, and the sound is music—a melody more stirring than any harp could produce. Not that she’d believe me.

“Alex,” she breathes out, and her voice is thick with want.

“Shh,” I say, though I’m buoyed by her neediness. It tells me I’m doing something right, that I can satisfy her and take care of her in ways no one else can. My mouth moves over her cloth-covered skin once more, eliciting another moan, and I know this is where I’m meant to be. With her, like this, always.

I hoist Daphne into my arms, her legs still locked around me. The bedroom is only steps away, but each second feels like an eternity with her heat pressed against me. I lay her down in the center of the white sheets, paler than her flushed skin.

“Alex,” she whispers.

Fuck, need her now. Clothes—hers, mine—are just obstacles. I strip, movements hurried and rough. She matches my pace, fabric pooling at her feet until we’re both bare and exposed with nothing between us. I’m on edge, so damn close to losing it before I’ve even touched her properly.

But I need this. Need her.

I can’t stop staring at her. Daphne, with those hazel eyes that seem to see right through me. She’s lying there on the bed, breathless from our earlier kisses, and I’m getting impatient to feel more of her.

On her in an instant, my hands explore the curves I’ve never had the right to touch before now. Her skin is soft under my rough fingers, giving her shivers as I trace down her luscious body. She’s responsive, arching towards me and wanting more.

My mouth finds her pussy without hesitation. She tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before. So fucking sweet and intoxicating. I never went down on Celeste, even when she begged me to, but with Daphne, I can’t resist. I tease her with my tongue by sucking on pussy lips and shoving my tongue against the underside.

I’m drunk on her scent.

Her hands grab at the sheets. Little, sexy moans fill the room. I don’t let up, driven by the need to hear more of those sounds, to feel her come undone.

“Alex!” Her voice breaks, and her body tenses. “Baby, I’m coming!” Watching her let go is the most beautiful moment I’ve ever experienced.

I can’t wait. I need inside of her.

Cock angry with me for making him only observe, I slide my palms up her legs to her torso and breasts. My throbbing cock bumps against her delicious pussy. Without my permission, my cockhead slips against her lips, making both of us groan in pleasure.

Then, I line myself up—fucking finally—and drive into her in one quick thrust. We gasp together, a raw sound that fills the room.

“Fuck,” I groan. Her pussy’s so tight. I could just live in her tight channel.

Her nails dig into my back, leaving trails of fire that only stoke my desire. I move hard and fast. There’s no tenderness, no slow build. This is primal, an insatiable hunger we both need to feed.

Every second away from her felt like torture. Daphne literally saved my life when we were kids, and the next day she was gone. She was the only thing that kept me going. So, how did I live with stolen breath?

Well, that’s not entirely true. I do know how I lived in a biological sense. How I survived.

I replaced her with the penny versions. Fake happiness, fake friends, and fake love with Celeste.

Shit, I feel so guilty reflecting on that. Celeste picked up my shattered pieces after Daphne had left, and here I am pondering on how unhappy my last girlfriend made me while fucking my new one.

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