Page 79 of About That One Night
I brush my thumb gently across her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. Slowly, I close the gap between us. Our lips meet, softly at first, a gentle exploration. Her breath hitches, and I deepen the kiss, pouring all my love and longing into it.
Her lips part, welcoming me. The kiss is tender, slow—understanding. I want to devour her but remind myself that right now, she needs me to go at her pace. It’s been hard to read those small tells, learn what she needs from my words, my kisses, and my body, but I’m trying my fucking best to really get to know everything about her.
And as I do, I fall deeper and harder for her.
Suddenly, her hand moves to the back of my neck, holding me close as the kiss intensifies. It’s just us, and this one perfect moment.
I taste the salt of her tears mingling with the sweetness of her lips, and it only makes me kiss her harder, wanting to take away all her worries and fears. She responds with equal passion, her hands moving to cup my face, holding me as if she never wants to let go.
When we finally pull back, we’re both breathless.Her eyes are bright with unshed tears, but there’s a new light in them—a spark of hope.
And she says the one thing I wasn’t expecting, her voice husky and filled with need, “I need you. I need you inside me.”
Chapter Forty-Nine
Maximillian
“Are you sure?”I ask because even though I need her just as much, I want to make sure this is exactly the next step. “We’re doing this at your pace. I want you to feel comfortable with me.”
“I’ve missed you a lot. Not only you, but your body. Last night, even when I wasn’t feeling well, I wanted it,” she says, her voice needy and sultry, eyes smoldering with desire. “Don’t makeme beg for it—for you.”
“You don’t have to beg for me, babe. You have me. All of me,” I say before I wrap my arms around her, and my mouth finds hers. Our kiss is slow and deep as we cling to each other. Her body presses against mine, carrying a hint of her jasmine scent. Each touch from her hands on my back is electrifying. With trembling fingers, I unbutton her blouse, revealing the delicate lace of her bra underneath.
She fumbles with the buttons on my jeans, and with a lift of my hips, I assist in shedding them. As my jeans hit the floor, my cock springs free, hard and ready. Zoe’s eyes widen, and she licks her lips, her gaze fixed on me with a hunger that makes my pulse race.
“Like what you see?” I murmur, my voice low and rough with desire. “You ready to take it all—with your mouth, with your little, tight cunt. I think we should try your ass too, baby.”
Her breath hitches, and she reaches out, her fingers lightly grazing the length of me, sending shivers up my spine. Her eyes lock onto mine as she leans forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum at the tip. The sight and sensation make me groan.
“You’re perfect,” she whispers, her voice filled with awe and lust.
“Fuck, Zoe,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “You’re such a dirty little tease, aren’t you? Look at you, licking me like that. You want more, don’t you?”
She nods, her eyes dark with desire as she continues to lap at the head of my cock, her tongueswirling in a way that makes my head spin. “Yes,” she breathes, her voice quivering. “I want all of you.”
“Finish undressing,” I command, my tone firm and filled with anticipation. “I want to see every inch of that gorgeous body.”
She stands up, her hands trembling slightly as she unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her beautiful breasts are now fully exposed, and she hesitates for a moment before sliding her panties down her legs, revealing the last of her perfect, smooth skin.
“God, you’re stunning,” I murmur, my eyes raking over her body. “I’ve been dying to see you like this. Touch yourself for me, Zoe. Show me how much you want it.”
She bites her lip, her hand moving to cup one breast, her fingers teasing her nipple as she looks at me with dark, lust-filled eyes. “You like this, Max?” she whispers, her voice seductive.
“Fuck yes, I do,” I growl, my hand stroking my cock as I watch her. “Keep going. Slide those fingers down to that pretty pussy. I want to see how wet you are.”
Her breath hitches as her hand trails down her body, her fingers dipping between her legs. She gasps softly, her hips rocking slightly as she touches herself.
“Good girl,” I praise, my voice rough with desire. “Now bury those fingers deep inside your little cunt. Get them nice and wet for me.”
She moans as she obeys, her fingers disappearing into her slick folds. She moves them in and out, her breath coming faster as she pleasures herself.
“Now, pull them out and suck them clean,” Iorder, my eyes locked onto hers. “I want to see you taste yourself.”
Her eyes darken with lust as she withdraws her fingers, bringing them to her mouth. She wraps her lips around them, sucking eagerly, her tongue swirling around her digits.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I murmur, my hand stroking my cock faster. “You love tasting yourself, don’t you? Such a dirty girl.”
She nods, her fingers glistening as she pulls them from her mouth. “Yes, Max,” she breathes. “I love it.”
