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The ache in my chest returns. My dick throbs with wanting her.
Her dress strap has slipped off onto her shoulder, and I gently replace it. One last act of propriety before I drop to my knees.
Her skin squeaks along the wood as I tug her into me, yank down her underwear, and throw her creamy thighs over my shoulders.
Doing exactly what I wanted to do the last time she was spread out in front of me, I drag my tongue through her soaked slit and suction onto her clit.
“Oh god, Lando.Fuuck.”
It comes out as a hiss, followed by a thud as her elbows fall onto the table. It’s a poor attempt to hold herself up. Peering out from under her dress, I catch her arm flung over her face, teeth sinking into her lip, back arched.
“Say my name again,” I demand.
My lips run along her thighs, nipping at them while I use my thumbs to spread her open and lap up her wetness dripping on the wood.
She groans so loudly I feel the vibrations across her body. Her hips push into my face, and fingers spear through my hair, gripping the ends to tug herself closer. If I have a bald spot by the end of it, it’ll be worth it.
“Saymy name.” I take another long swipe, my tongue cleaning up every drop of her.
“Lando.”
“Good girl. By the time I finish with you, Hollywood, your throat will be raw from screaming it.”
I want to watch her come. I want to taste her as she does. I want todevourher.
Because while this is for Holiday, it’s also for me. To make her feel as good as I do and build on this connection we have as proof that there’s something between us.
It’s not a figment of my imagination.
She’s so slick that sliding two fingers inside her and twisting them up rewards me with another garbled moan and a round of unsuccessful thrashing. My arm clamps down across her pelvis, holding her tight as she slips on the table.
She’s dripping wet, melting under my touch. The sight of it makes my dick weep. She’s entirely at my mercy, whimpering my name.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
“Easy, Hol, you’re making quite the mess.” Taking my tongue to her again, she squirms and arches deeper. Swathes of silk cluster around her navel. “You don’t want to ruin your pretty dress.”
She lets out another loud groan and balls her fists.
There’s no traction on the table, nothing to grip onto as her thighs begin to shake, and when I add a third finger, her pussy clamps down hard.
Every inch of visible skin tints pink. Full-body convulsions take hold, her eyes flicker closed, and she explodes in front of me. My dick’s straining so tightly in my jeans that I almost follow.
Unbuckling enough to release myself, I roll on a condom, gently pull her off the table, and straddle her across me while she’s still drunk on the glow of her orgasm. She teeters on top of me, her knees hitting the hard floor while I wait for her to catch her breath.
The strap has slipped again, and instead of replacing it, I ease it lower, exposing a peaked pink nipple and a rounded golden breast that fits perfectly into my palm. Her eyes lock onto my thumb as I slowly trace along the hint of a tan line.
“Where did I find you?” I ask. It comes out as a whisper, but I couldn’t honestly say whether I meant to keep it in my head.
Her response is light and amused, a symphony to my ears. “I believe it was under a waterfall.”
She’s not laughing a second later after I line myself up and drive into her. I’m not laughing either. All I can think about is how incredible she feels stretched around my cock, the warmth of her pussy as comforting and welcome as brandy on a cold winter’s evening.
How perfectly we fit together.
Steadying herself, she pushes her hands under my shirt too quickly and rips. Buttons fly in every direction.
The feel of her fingers running across my chest has me thrusting again, and the sensation of her clenching steals the air from my lungs. I can’t even manage a groan.
