I didn’t, not one bit.
Desperation and need fueled me. I wanted her to be mine again, and I wanted her now. I cupped her face and brought her back to me for a kiss.
I then picked her up and moved further into the room. She wrapped her smooth legs around my waist.
Delicate fingers ran through my hair bringing warmth to my scalp as her fingertips brushed against my skin.
I pressed her up against the wall and moved away from her lips, wanting to see her face, and the pleasure filled look on it.
There it was, along with the whole package of her, just for me.
I took in the ethereal vision of her, committing this image of her to my memory. The wildness in her ruffled hair, glistening against the sunshine, dress exposing her breasts heaving in that silky black bra and riding up her thighs, desire in her eyes.
It filled me with raw passion.
“Tell me you want me.” I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to know if she felt that magnetic life-force that pulsed between us, that drove me to this insane attraction to her.
“You know I do.” She answered through soft pants.
“Tell me.” I’d always told her, so she knew. I wanted to know too.
I lowered her to the ground giving her the chance to reach up and she smoothed her hand over my cheek. She gave me one of her sweet smiles and spoke the words I was eager to hear.
“I want you, Alex. I want you in all the ways a woman wants a man.”
Unexpected elation surged through me and I took her again kissing her.
She tried to talk again but I silenced her by running my hands across her thighs, straight up to the entrance of her slick opening to feel that she was soaked. My fingers there made her knees buckle, throwing her off balance, but I caught her.
I wanted to taste her but if I did I knew I wouldn’t last. My cock was already straining against my pants and I didn’t want to embarrass myself by finishing before we’d began. I’d been hard since last night, and I’d gone past that point of controlling myself.
Everything was beyond control.