“Place your hands on my cheeks,” she whispered back.
When I cupped her face she made a small laugh and pulled my hands from her face to her ass. “My other cheeks.”
“This is a bad idea,” I whispered again, but my body was already meeting her in slow thrusts in the old game of bump and grind.
“You want me,” she whispered seductively.
“I want Chloe,” I answered in a strained voice.
“Then take me. I’m right here.”
I groaned as our tongues danced in a forbidden dance. “You kiss just like her.”
“Because I am her.”
“This isn’t right.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, stop.” I pushed her back a little. “I shouldn’t even be kissing Chloe, let alone you.”
She smiled at me. “It’s called make-up sex, Adam.”
“I don’t think you understand,” I muttered. “Chloe ripped my heart out. I’m not going to let you do the same.”
Her hands were at my belt and I looked down as she opened it. “Don’t,” I said but did nothing to stop her.
“Adam, look at me.”
I lifted my gaze to see her beautiful blue eyes shining with determination. “I’m Chloe, and we’re going to have make-up sex right now.”
Swallowing hard, I watched as her fingers unbuckled my belt and opened my pants.
“You and I are going to make it work between us.”
My breathing got faster when my cock sprung free between us.
“I’m sorry that I overreacted and blocked your number, but I want you to know,” she said and licked my neck, “that I’ve missed you every single day.”
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, feeling her hand close around my cock and caress it.
“Ohh,” I moaned.
“Adam,” she whispered in my ear.
“Uh-huh?” I answered like a hypnotized person.
“Follow me to your backseat.”
I did, and when I saw her remove her panties with a seductive smile I knew I was lost.
“Condoms,” I muttered and pushed her down on the seat, placing myself on top of her.
“I don’t have any,” she breathed.
“Fuck!” I hissed low, my hands literally shaking with the need to indulge in the female perfection in front of me.
“I’m clean and I’m on birth control. How about you?”