Page 32 of Breathless With Her

Yeah, she was going to kill me. Every damn curve. Every touch of skin. I wasn’t going to last long. Just looking at that ass of hers. Or her tits. Or her…anything right then just about did me in.

I took off my shoes and my socks and undid my jeans, and then I was naked, standing in front of her in the middle of her living room. I just wanted to fuck her hard right there.

Dear God. It was so hard to stay in control when she was around. It had been easier when I knew she was taken. Easier when I didn’t want to think about it. But now? Things were weird. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen when I walked into the bakery that morning. But here we were, naked in her living room and about to fuck. Hard. But it had to be just fucking. It couldn’t be anything more. Right? No, it couldn’t be. Neither of us wanted anything else.

Right?

Before I could let those thoughts muddle my brain, she took a step forward and slid her hand around my length. When she squeezed slightly, I groaned.

“You are way too good with those hands.”

“I would say the same to you, but I don’t want to say, ‘way too good’ because I think you are just right.”

“That’s good to hear. Now, I have a condom in my wallet. It’s still good, I can promise you that. But I only have the one. I wasn’t planning for this.” I looked at her then, hoping she could see the sincerity in my statement.

She gave me a nod and then a shy smile. “I don’t have any condoms in the house. I wasn’t expecting this either.”

I didn’t know why that made my chest warm like it did. She hadn’t been with her ex here. There wasn’t anything of him in this house. At least, not physically. That was good. It had to be good.

“Okay, then we better make it count.”

I bent over and kind of slid the condom out of my wallet, knowing it wasn’t the best place to put it, but a man needed to keep it somewhere. I rolled it over my length, watching her eyes track my movements. I did it slowly. So slow, I was probably torturing myself, too, but I loved the way her pupils dilated, and her hand unconsciously went to her nipple, pinching ever so slightly.

Yeah, she was my dirty girl.

I couldn’t wait to slide into her.

“Now, where am I going to fuck you?” I pinched and squeezed the base of my cock, keeping myself steady as I looked around.

“Not the bedroom? she asked.

“No, that’s where I’ll eat you out after.”

“Oh?” She blushed again, all the way down to the tips of those pink breasts.

Perfection.

“Maybe this table?” I walked over and put my weight on it. “Yeah, it’s sturdy enough. Come here.”

“You do like ordering me around.”

I raised a brow. “And?”

“I think I’m okay with that.”

When she came over, I grabbed the back of her head, kissing her hard.

I slid one hand to her hip, helping her to the edge of the table. And then I was between her legs, the tip of my erection teasing her folds. She was already so wet, so hot, I knew she was going to be tight. But, damn.

We both froze. Our breaths coming in pants.

“Are you ready?” I asked her. She nodded, looking down between us. “Don’t want to go too fast. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t think you can,” she whispered.

I wondered right then if she had told a lie. I didn’t think the statement was just about being physical.

I slowly slid inside of her, one terrifyingly slow inch at a time. She sucked in a breath and then cradled my cheek. She was impossibly tight, even after everything we had already done. But that just meant she was even more swollen. I swallowed hard, watching her face as I slid my length into her. Her eyes were wide, her mouth parted, her pupils dilated. She was so sexy. It was hard for me to concentrate. But I would. Because she deserved this. She deserved so much.

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