Page 73 of The Lottery

It is us finally coming together in all the erotic intimacies we have been fantasizing about for too long.

Emotion swells in me even as my climax hovers on the edge of the proverbial cliff.

I try to focus on the road, both for our safety and to stretch out this moment of intense pleasure, to relish it, to savor it. But it is of little use.

I cannot deny the ecstasy I feel at this intimacy with her. We are finally alone.

I am too ravenous.

Her luscious lips are wrapped around me.

It is my daily fantasy brought to life.

She shows no signs of slowing down, and I can feel I am close to release.

Heat builds in me. My muscles contract.

I reach one hand around her to brace her against me as I slam on the breaks.

The jarring motion hardly slows her down, and she gazes up at me with those blue eyes, pupils dilated with her own arousal.

I put the truck into park just in time.

My body stiffens as her sucking intensifies, as if she wants to consume me as much I want to do the same to her.

It is this blazing shared desire, this heat between us that makes it impossible to stay away.

The rush hits, pleasure spiking through my limbs. I try to pull her back, but she refuses to let me, her pace quickening as she pulls me deeper into her mouth, her throat relaxing to take in more of my length.

“Azalea, I’m going to--”

My body finishes the sentence for me.

I am locked tightly in her warm wet mouth as I release, overcome with unbridled ecstasy.

My body pulses, involuntary convulsions shaking me as Azalea works every last bit of pleasure out of me.

I feel a quickening in my gut, an outpouring of emotion for this beautiful, exquisite woman. I gaze down at her, and when she shifts to look up at me, her eyes are so full of all the words I do not yet know how to say. When I am spent, she finally releases me and I slump back into my seat, stunned and slightly ashamed.

“I did not mean to--”

She wipes her lips and looks so fucking sexy I feel myself getting hard again already, her hand still casually moving up and down my length, my skin so sensitive, the friction is almost unbearable.

She smiles wickedly. “I meant what I said. I wanted to taste you.”

I lean in and slip my hand to the back of her head, cupping her as I bring my mouth to hers, tasting myself mixed with the flavor of her lips.

“You are mine,” I say softly.

“And you are mine,” she whispers back.

The words feel true leaving my mouth, yet we both know they are words held in secret. They mean everything in this moment, and in two sols everything will be entirely different.

Azalea sits back in her seat while I adjust myself and zip my pants. I restart the rover and steer back toward the plotted course while the GPS recalculates.

“How long until we reach the cargo container?” Azalea asks, her hand high on my thigh, the strain against my pants returning as I imagine myself in more than just her mouth.

“Almost a full sol’s drive,” I say, placing my hand on top of hers. “Unless we have to slow down for more interludes like the last one.”

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