Page 97 of Close Contact
One more minute and I’d be fucking done for.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
I buried my face in her neck. “You have no fucking idea.”
Her hands slid beneath my shirt, palms skating across my abs. “I’ve been thinking about this since Monday.” Her breath was hot against my skin, and a shiver rolled down my spine. “You. On top of me, inside me. Your mouth on my tits. Your hand between my thighs. Your marks on my skin.”
“Stop,” I hissed. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants.”
Aurélie laughed, all soft and wicked, and then rolled her hips up into mine.
And I lost it. My hands flew to her waist, dragging her harder against me as I thrust once, twice, grinding into the friction like we were teenagers back in school sneaking around behind the bleachers.
It was basically the same thing. The way I blew my load around this woman was about on par with that too.
She gasped, arms winding around my neck, holding on to me tightly.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned, rocking against her, lips brushing hers with every word. “I don’t care if we get caught. I’ll deal with the blowback. I’ll wear the penalty on my chest.”
“Callum…” My name left her mouth like a plea. Her nails dug into my back. My hand slid up the front of her silky dress, fingertips tracing over the swell of her breast, grazing her nipples. She arched into it, and I swallowed her moan.
My cock throbbed, trapped and aching, grinding against the heat of her core. “Did you let me find you?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she whispered.
I hummed and sucked her tongue into my mouth, sliding my hand down her side, over her hip, down the curve of her thigh, under the hem of her dress—and fucking froze. She was wearinggartersaround her goddamn thighs.
I pulled back just enough to growl, “What the fuck are you wearing?”
She smirked, batting her eyelashes at me. I melted at the sight. The little vixen knew what she was doing. “Two birds, one stone. I’m being featured on France’s thirty most impressive women under thirty. I also landed a new sponsor. Lingerie brand. Surprise.”
I blinked rapidly, my brain struggling to keep up with the lack of blood flow happening. “Fucking hell, mon cœur.” I dropped to my knees so fast I felt the impact reverberate up my legs, but I didn’t care, because I was finally taking in what she was wearing.
Some dark, short, silk dress thatdefinitelylooked like lingerie, with barely-there straps resting on her shoulders. The fabric hung effortlessly over her small frame, making her look both ethereal and graceful all at once. With trembling hands, I pushed the dress up over her hips.
I swallowed as I took her in. She was a fucking vision, a walking wet dream, and I belonged to her.
The dark red lace garters were delicate under my fingertips. They were the kind of thing she should only be wearing for me, in our bedroom, not for some photoshoot for the world to see. Not under her racing gear. Forme. For my eyes only. Not unless she wanted to ruin me by sending me to an early grave.
And I. Fucking. Whimpered.
Aurélie gasped when I wrapped my hand around the back of her leg, just above the band of her garter, then slowly ran it down until my fingers curled around her ankle. My mouth hovered over the spot where it clipped in place. I draped her leg over my shoulder, baring her pussy to me. She smelled like lavender and her arousal. I inhaled deeply, running my nose along her inner thigh, trying to commit it to memory.
“This is evil,” I muttered. “You did this on purpose.”
“Maybe,” she whispered.
Her panties were soaked. Dark with desire and clinging to her like a second skin. They were made for me to pull aside so I could bury my face in her pussy and ruin her. I hooked my finger into the lace at the top of her thigh and dragged her underwear to the side. Her pretty pink pussy dripped the moment it was exposed.
“Fuck me,” I groaned.
“No time for that,” she panted out.
I flicked my eyes up to hers. She looked powerful, a goddess towering over me and the queen of my mind, body, and soul. She owned me, not just in this moment, but indefinitely. “Then let metaste.” I paused, pressing my forehead to her stomach. “Let me have you. Please.”
She nodded once, sharp and desperate. “Only because you were so good and asked nicely.”
I slid two fingers inside her, and her head thunked back against the wall. I moved slowly at first, just to feel it. Her slick heat, every ridge and detail of her tight little cunt, the way her body pulsed around me. How fucking perfect she felt, even like this, rushed and half-hidden. Then I curled my fingers, thumb pressing her clit as she bit down on her fist to keep quiet.
