Page 55 of Wild Like Us
She notices, but I reignite the moment and clasp her squared jaw. Lips meeting hers, I push her a step back, spin her in a new direction. Like we’re kissing and dancing in the small bathroom.
Until I finally just shove her against the wall. An aroused breath leaves her reddened lips.
“You enjoy that?” I ask.
She nods strongly, her green eyes eating me alive. I kiss her again. Roughly. Deeply. Like I could pull the air from her lungs. She reciprocates in kind like she’s been yearning for this embrace too.
My hand tangles in her wet hair. I suck on the bottom of her lip. Heat brewing between us, I keep Sulli pinned to the wall. And then I take her ass in my free hand. Still careful to keep my cock covered with fabric. Even more careful to keep space between our waists. Like I’m back in dress-code-wearing Catholic high school, dancing an arm’s length away at homecoming.
I’m not making love to her in a motel.
Her first time should be better than mine.
Sulli stares at my eyes and nothing else. Even as I hold her cheek, as I plant hot kisses along the nape of her neck, her collar, back up to her lips—she never stops looking at me like I’m worth more than the Mona Lisa.
I’ve never felt this rich.
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SULLIVAN MEADOWS
I’m on fucking fire.
Lit up from the inside-out.
Banks is kissing me. He’smaking outwith me. And his body is so close.So fucking close.I’m so tempted to just shift the towel so I can feel his skin against my skin. But I drown into the moment—of how strong he cups my face. How rough he kisses me. I watch him and feel his hunger for me as he pushes forward. An involuntary noise suddenly flies from my lips.
Oh my fucking God.
I almost whimper.
I’ve never been this aroused.
Never.
Not even touching myself. I’m soaked, and everything about this moment is inducing a mind-rush of endorphins. His kisses are unlike any I’veeverhad. Though, I guess I haven’t had a fucking ton to compare it to—but it’s so much…more.
More dizzying.
More heart-racing.
I’m overcome with each passing second his lips touch mine.My hands crave to touch Bankseverywhere.To go on a great voyage across his sculpted body, and they feverishly roam, almost too fast, too excitedly.
I want to savor every bit, but I’m scared this is all I’ll ever get.
His large hand is on my ass beneath the towel, clasping my bare flesh, but his fingers have curled closer and closer to my pussy. I wonder if he can feel how wet I am and the warmth I expel.
Above all, I never want to leave his eyes. The way Banks is looking at me—like I’m the only thing that’s causing him to lose control—is so intoxicating. It’s power I didn’t think I possessed. I want him to ravage me. To tear off my towel. To sink his teeth into my skin.
Banks sucks on the nape of my neck. Still pinning me, my breath is lost in each dizzying second.
Keeping going.
Don’t stop.
I’m in a dream.
No I’m not.My eyes are still on Banks, and I hate that I’m disbelieving of my reality because all I want is to take fucking hold and never let go.
