Page 34 of Twisted Paths

Pushing my shorts and boxers down together, her hands skim over my hips as she strips me completely.

The air shifts between us.

My pulse pounds as she takes me in, her gaze flicking over my body, lingering on my rock-hard cock for a few seconds, making my skin prickle under the attention.

I exhale slowly, bare in every possible way.

And then she lifts her eyes back to mine.

And I lose whatever control I had left.

I step forward, my hands sliding over her waist, up the curve of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin under my palms. She doesn’t hesitate as I lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips instinctively.

Her breath catches as I carry her the short distance to the bed, lowering her onto the mattress with slow, deliberate ease. She sinks into the duvet, hair spilling out around her, her lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling just a little faster now.

I take my time. Letting my fingers explore the shape of her, the softness, the warmth. Letting my mouth follow.

Nancy shivers under my touch, her hands sliding into my hair as I kiss my way down her body, trailing over her collarbone, the curve of her breast, the dip of her stomach.

Her fingers tighten slightly when I reach her thighs, but she doesn’t stop me.

She wouldn’t.

I part her legs, pressing a slow kiss to the inside of her knee before trailing higher. Her breathing stutters, her hands gripping the duvet now.

When I take my first lick of her glistening pussy, she gasps, her back arching off the mattress.

I take my time with her, learning what makes her sigh, what makes her hips shift, what makes her breath catch completely. I suck on her clit and it is clear that she is close. I double my efforts and add, first one, then a second finger to her pussy.

“Luke,” she cries out.

“Don’t hold back, Darling. You taste so good. I want you to come right in my mouth.” I draw the little nub into my mouth and flick my tongue over it.

That does it. She comes undone beneath me, her hands tangled in my hair, my name falling from her lips. I realise something.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.

Nancy is breathless, her body soft and pliant, her fingers still tangled in my hair. Her skin is flushed, her chest rising and falling as she tries to steady herself.

But I’m not done with her.

Not even close.

She shifts, her thighs trembling slightly as she hooks a leg around my waist, pulling me up towards her. Her hands skim over my shoulders, down my back, nails pressing just enough to make my breath hitch.

“Luke,” she whispers, her voice thick with need.

I kiss her, swallowing the sound, but she pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. There’s a fire there, desperate and unashamed.

“I need you,” she murmurs, shifting beneath me, pressing up against me. “Now.”

Heat coils in my stomach at the way she says it, at the sheer urgency in her voice. My dick twitches in anticipation.

I press my forehead against hers, trying to keep hold of the last shred of control I have. “Yeah?” My voice is hoarse, rougher than I intended.

She nods, her lips brushing against mine. “Please.”

I groan softly, pressing a lingering kiss to her mouth before reaching into the bedside drawer, fumbling for a condom. My hands aren’t usually this unsteady, but, then again, nothing about Nancy makes me feel in control.

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