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I pulled her into the back room, closing the door behind us and pushing her against it. It was cluttered in here, but I didn’t care. We could have been in a five-star hotel suite right now for the passion I felt for her, for how perfect this moment was.
I hitched her off the floor and lifted her against the door so she could wrap her legs around me. Her skirt was already starting to ride up, and I pushed my hand beneath it to feel her soft, supple skin. Her legs were perfect, long and lean as she hooked them around me, pulling me closer so she could feel exactly how hard I was for her at that very moment.
She reached down to rub my cock over my pants. She was so different from the version of her I had known before, the one that had pulled back and held herself away from what she truly wanted. Now she was taking what was hers, making sure I understood just how much she needed me, and it was the hottest thing in the world.
I pushed her skirt up over her hips and took my cock into my hand as she pulled her panties to one side. I could see the flush to her cheeks, and I couldn’t resist kissing her again before I entered her. I was torn between wanting to make this last and wanting to fuck her so hard and so fast neither of us could walk for a week.
“Fuck,” she moaned into my mouth, the sound of her need making the choice for me. I planted myself at her entrance and thrust in deep.
She clasped on to me tight, as though she was hanging on for dear life, tipping her head back against the door and letting the sensations move through her. I had been waiting for this for so, so long now, finally having her like this was almost more than I could take. I couldn’t control myself, couldn’t control how much I needed her, and I refused to hold back.
I pushed into her hard and deep, filling her over and over again with my cock. She was pushing back against me, driving her hips toward me to take me in even deeper, as though she couldn’t physically get enough of me. I knew how she felt. This sensation, this closeness we got to share after waiting for so long to have each other, it was everything I needed.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me, brushing my lips against hers once more, and she moaned into my mouth and kissed me back. To see her go from this reserved, careful, guilt-laden woman to one who seemed intent on fucking me until I couldn’t think straight was almost more than I could take. How long had she been thinking of this? How long had she been considering making me hers?
I couldn’t hold back, fucking her hard and fast, and she pushed her head into my shoulder to try and catch her breath. I could feel her body starting to tense against mine, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to go over the edge and reach the relief she needed so badly. I wanted her to come for me, I wanted to know I had pushed her over the edge. After waiting so long, it was what both of us deserved, a chance to let go and think of nothing but how much we wanted one another.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped into my neck, and I felt her body tense around mine all at once—her legs squeezing on either side of me, her pussy clenching around my cock as though she couldn’t possibly think of letting go. I groaned as I felt her massage me from the inside out, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold back from reaching my own release much longer.
But it was the sight of her face that finally tipped me over the edge. Lost to pleasure, as though she couldn’t think about anything else in the world but how good it felt. Knowing I had been the one to take her there, to give her this pleasure she craved so much, it was all I needed.
I felt myself explode inside of her, the shock of it rushing through me as I groaned into her ear. The intensity of it made the corners of my vision blur, the sheer desire getting the better of me. I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled her scent, letting myself get lost in the sheer power of her touch.
I didn’t know what would happen after this. But I was sure as hell certain I wasn’t going to let her go again.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Josh
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SLIDING OUT OF BED, I made my way to the living room. I needed a drink.
It had been a long night, and I was already thinking about what came next. Now that Amber was officially single, and she had all but officially made her interest in me clear, I wanted nothing more than to be with her for good. To just give myself over to our connection and let everything else vanish from my mind.
But I knew it wasn’t going to be so simple. Much as I wished I could just let go of everything else and focus on what it was like to be with her at last, I had other responsibilities, other plans that would make themselves known, whether I liked it or not. I wasn’t going to renege on what my family needed from me. I knew better than that. Better than to allow myself to get distracted again.
