Page 39 of Not Quite Perfect

I closed my eyes and stifled a moan. I didn’t know if she was purposefully torturing me, but I was a hair’s breadth away from imploding. Less, if she didn’t quit touching me like that. I swallowed and mentally recited a few lines fromThe Grapes of Wrathbefore opening my eyes.

“You wanted to get to know each other better before we had sex again.”

Her smile slipped into a frown. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Regretting it?”

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

She shook her head. “No, it’s good that we didn’t immediately jump back into bed with each other. But it’s beenweeks, David. I miss you.” She twined her leg around my hip and pressed her ankle against my ass, pulling me down flush against her.

That was all the invitation I needed.

I’d been on the brink of spontaneous combustion for days on end. I couldn’t wait to have Victoria’s naked skin against mine again, our bodies slick as I rocked into her.

Wordlessly, I pressed my erection into the warm space at her center. When she moaned, I rolled my hips, the friction of my cock against the denim of my jeans both sweet relief and exquisite torture.

“Again,” she demanded, pulling me toward her mouth.

Somehow, I managed not to maul her. Instead, we kissed lazily for several long minutes, my hand under her sweater, my fingers tweaking her nipples into tight, needy peaks. Under me, Victoria squirmed, seeking relief, but I took my time. While I’d missed fucking her, I’d also missednotfucking her, too. I missed hearing the little noises she made when she became so impatient that she was close to tears, the way she mewled and begged for my cock when she couldn’t stand it a moment longer.

There was something so intoxicating about knowing I had the power to unravel her like this. Me, and no one else.

“Please, David. I need you.” She slid her hand between us and frantically plucked at the button of my jeans before sliding my zipper down in jerky tugs. The path clear, she reached into my boxers and pulled my cock free.

Sweet relief. Exquisite torture.

I groaned and my lips crashed down. I kissed her with pent-up passion and weeks of banked desire. I tasted her with need and with greed.

And I still wanted more.

I broke away and moved downward, pulling her loose flannel pants with me as I went, the scent of her desire filling my nose. I looked up the length of her body to find her eyes latched on mine. I licked my lips and she tangled her fingers in my hair before pushing my face down to her pussy as she lifted her lips.

I nearly came right then.

I’d never been happier to be used for someone else’s pleasure.

Victoria rocked her hips as I sucked her clit, her juices covering my face. I licked with long, lazy strokes, flicked with rapid lashes, and pulled her into my mouth, savoring every soft inch of her. She tasted like woman, like happiness, and love. She tasted like all of my wildest dreams come true.

She tasted likemine.

And she was close, so close. I could feel her orgasm vibrating on my tongue. Above me, she panted and moaned, and said my name over and over and over again.

A benediction. A solemn vow. An oath.

“I’m coming.” She fisted my hair at the roots. “Oh god, David.” Her back arched off the couch, and with a keening cry, she fell apart, her limbs shaking, her pussy clenching, her juices flowing.

And I drank her down, every last drop.

When she let go of my hair, I kissed her inner thigh and slid away, reaching for my cock. I needed to come. Badly.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice from screaming.

“I didn’t bring a condom,” I said, my fist moving over me.

I’d taken the one I always carried out of my wallet when Victoria had said we she wait to have sex. It was so easy for us to fall into the physical that I’d somehow convinced myself that not having a condom would put an end to any shenanigans our hormones might try to push us into.

Her eyes flicked between mine and what I saw in them made my heart trip. Love, acceptance. Trust.

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