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That little movement snapped the thin hold on my feral need for her. I rolled her over so I could be on top and angled my pelvis into the cradle of her hips, rocking my hard length against her, much harder than her earlier tentative movements.

Fuck it. I was through denying myself and her. We promised to spend the rest of the day together, and I was finally giving in to our mutual desire.

This was no hesitation in the way I sucked at her lips and bit her bottom one. I capitalized on her shocked whimper to push my way into her mouth. I rubbed and flicked my tongue against hers, mimicking fucking her with my tongue. Showing her everything I wanted to do to her delicious body. This was not the slow seduction of the previous night. We were a torrent of lips and tongues and teeth.

I pressed harder against her center, angling my thrusts until I heard her gasp when I applied friction to her sweet spot.

I bracketed her body with my arms and leaned up on my elbows to look down at her flushed face. I wanted to make her as delirious as she made me. Abbie rewarded me with a sultry look that reflected my own level of desire.

Lowering myself back down to get closer to my prize, I couldn’t get enough of her skin. There were too many soft spots to suck and bite along her neck. I worked my tongue as low as the collar of her infuriating T-shirt would allow.

I needed more of her.

“Baby, you feel so good. I want to see all of you.”

Abbie murmured, “Yes,” against my mouth.

Balancing on one arm, I pushed a hand between us and dragged her pajama shirt upward, revealing the creamy skin of her belly, pausing when the shirt caught on the bottom of her full breasts. I could see her nipples were rock hard against the taut fabric. I thanked the universe she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I thought of all the days in my office when I’d been tempted by her graceful, perfect neck. Now, the scruff on my face had marred its perfection, leaving it rosy in patches, a temporary mark that called to something primitive inside me.

She arched her back in invitation, and her shirt slipped an inch so I could see the silky bottom of her tits. I nipped the skin on the underside of a breast before pulling her shirt up to her neck. My memory from the night before paled in comparison to the real thing. They were more than a handful and a shade paler than the skin of her face and arms. I cupped a breast in each hand and gently squeezed. The softness of her skin was unlike anything I had ever felt. I needed more time to fully worship her the way I wanted to. I could spend hours loving on her two mounds alone, but I needed to see her come for me again before we had to leave this temporary haven we’d built.

Squeezing her again, she let out a desperate “Please” and ground her pussy down over my cock.

“Please what, baby?”

“I want more.”

She was going to spell it out for me. I wanted to hear all the words tumbling from her lips, free of inhibition. Her consent meant everything to me.

Pushing her tits together with my hands, I bent my head to lick the deep valley of plush skin I had created. I teased the skin of each breast, giving quick flicks of my tongue just above each of her rosy areola. Knowing my teasing was only stoking her need further, I rubbed my stubble across her tender skin and was gratified when she whined for more.

I just smiled as I watched her face scrunch in frustration.

“More” was all she could manage.

I gripped her tits in both hands again. Squeezing tighter than before, just enough pressure to sharpen the sensations she was feeling, no pain.

“Do you know what I want to do to these tits?” I said conversationally, as if she wasn’t twisting and pushing back against me. She replied with a quiet moan. I’d held my tongue the night before, but if this was the last time I was going to have her under my hands, then she was going toknowjust what she did to me.

“I want to lick and suck and bite them until they are covered in my marks so that there is no doubt that they belong to me. When you go about your day at work, and I have to see you talk to other men, each little bruise will twinge with the reminder that I own you. Just like you own me.”

In the low light of the room, I could see her cheeks pink with the directness of my words.

“I don’t look at other men, Aiden. Not the way I look at you.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I like knowing you are as desperate for me as I am for you. Since you are such a good girl, I’ll give you a little reward.”

I returned my attention to her breasts, moving my fingers to her nipples and giving them a gentle pinch. Her breath hitched, and her hips bucked with the mild sting. Holding her gaze, I lowered my head slowly to her right breast and sucked the warm pink skin surrounding her nipple. Her back arched, encouraging me to take more of her flesh into my mouth, but I wouldn’t allow myself to be rushed. Abbie was a delicacy meant to be savored. My second circle around her nipple was to give her little nips with my teeth. I was pleased when I saw the marks I had made.

Taking pity on her for a moment, I engulfed her nipple with my mouth again and sucked with long, strong pulls. She keened at the pressure, and the undulation of her hips showed me how much she liked that. I repeated the motion until I looked into her eyes and saw a glazed expression.

“Do you know what I fantasize about, sweetheart?” Not giving her time to answer, I gave her nipple another suck, following with several quick lashes of my tongue.

“I’m sucking on these glorious nipples, so ripe and hard for me. I want to make you mine in every way. I want to mark your skin and pussy with my come. Every time I touch you, I feel an out-of-control need that I’ve never felt before.”

“Aiden…” She sucked in a choked breath. The black of her pupils had almost swallowed the rings of hazel. Combined with her short intakes of breath, I could see how overwhelmed by desire she was.

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