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It was possible to find heaven and hell at once with just one touch.

Thomas bit my mouth, pulling until it cracked, and I was panting when our eyes met. His pupils were dilated, tinging the deep blue with black, and I assumed he was as turned on as I was.

I didn't have long to spend staring at him because Thomas put both hands on my waist and turned me around, making me flatten myself against the wall so that my back was to him. He pulled down my panties and made them slip down around my shoes. On impulse, I thrust my ass out at him, and Thomas grabbed my buttocks, squeezing them in a way that made me moan. I tried, but I couldn't hold back the urge to roll over in his grip.

Her horniness and need for him were screaming louder than anything.

As soon as he let go of me, I heard the zipper of his pants and realized he was unzipping them. Thomas didn't bother to take off the rest of his clothes; he just pulled down his pantsand took a condom out of his wallet. Once he had taken what he needed, he let the rest of the object fall out, along with the laminated plastic that was used to cover the condom.

He grabbed my waist and made me bend my ass even further before thrusting into me. In the midst of the penetration, I sprawled against the wall and dug my nails into the paintwork. Any noble intention of not moaning out loud was challenged when his body collided with my ass, causing a pop.

I threw my head back, resting it on his shoulder as my eyes rolled back in their sockets with deep pleasure.

I had even fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with him, but the reality was far better than my imagination.

His hand warmed me beyond belief as it trailed up the side of my body to grasp one of my exposed breasts.

I let out a little scream and dug my nails even deeper into the wall as he pushed in and thrust hard, molding my body to his. As the thrusts became more and more intense, the need to reach the apex became unbridled.

Thomas pulled out of me, but before I could protest, he turned me around. He pulled down his pants and underpants completely and kicked them away. I did the same with my panties, which were still at my feet, and prepared to start again when he grabbed my thighs and lifted me up. My back hit the wall the moment he brought us together again.

I lowered my head, searching for his mouth with moans as my trembling, slippery fingers tried to open the buttons of his shirt, which had fallen to the floor in the midst of his sex. He slid out, but before he thrust against me again, I brought my body to his in an increasingly uncontrolled need.

We were sweating and panting, our skins were sticking together from the friction, and all I could think about was reaching climax. I collapsed on his shoulders as the tension that was growing where we connected exploded in a wave so intense that it took my breath away for a few seconds. I was off balance, unable to think or breathe for a long time, but luckily, he was holding me up.

Wow!

After he came and put me on the floor, I wondered how a man with such a hard-on needed to pay someone to have sex with him. Of course, I wasn't thinking rationally, and it was all about the orgasm.

I held his sweaty chest and searched his eyes as my chest rose and fell, still panting.

Thomas tilted his head and gave me a quieter kiss.

“Let's go to bed.” He ran his fingertips down the line of my spine. I didn't know if it was the caress or the husky voice that tempted me more.

Chapter twenty-four

“Damn! Damn!”

I opened my eyes, trying to get used to the brightness of the room, until I saw Helena's silhouette jumping out of bed.

“Hey!” I tried to pull her back, but she dodged me. “What's wrong?”

“I should have gone home.”

“I thought she'd like to spend the night with me.” I sat on the bed and watched her put on her dress and run her hands through her disheveled hair.

“I...” He pondered, biting his lips, and his cheeks turned red. “I liked it.”

“So what's the problem?”

“I have to be at school in an hour, and I still need to go home to change and hopefully have a shower.”

I got out of bed, still blinking sleepily, and reached into my pants pocket for my cell phone, which was lying on the floor.

It was full of calls that I hadn't answered and an alarm clock that I'd certainly ignored.

“Damn!”

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