Kiss Me at Midnight(7)
Author: Diane Alberts

She finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Taste me, please. And lose the shirt.”

He shrugged out of the clothing. “Better?”

Her gaze skimmed over him, darkening with desire. Some small part of him had been afraid she wouldn’t like what she saw. Some insecure, long-dead part of him. But she reached out and touched the tribal tattoo he’d recently gotten on his chest. He’d wanted one for years, but it had taken that long to find the perfect design. She traced it with her fingers, barely grazing his skin. “Much better.”

He yanked her down so her hips rested close to the edge of the couch, then slowly ran his hand up her thighs, watching the way his fingers smoothed over her flawless thighs. He closed his hands over the hem of her dress. “Lift up your arms.”

She raised her arms and let him pull her dress over her head, baring her beauty for him. He feasted his eyes on her, easily removing her bra with a flick of his wrist. Once she was naked, he sank to his knees between her thighs. She was flawless. Perfect.

The pink lips of her pu**y begged to be touched, the wetness that glistened on her shaven skin showing him how badly she wanted him. Holy f**k, he needed his lips on her now. He slowly lowered his head and bit the soft flesh of her thigh just hard enough to sting, then licked the love bite.

She quivered and dug her hands into his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp. He moved higher, tasting her again. He repeated the movement again and again until he reached her pu**y, then closed his mouth over her clit. He swirled his tongue in circles, and her legs shook.

He pressed harder against her, thrusting a finger inside of her as he went down on her. The more she squirmed, the hotter he got. But he was determined to taste her as she came, her sweet juices coating his tongue.

When her legs tightened on his head, and she stiffened, he sucked harder. Her entire body shuddered, and she froze. Her back arched, and her eyes closed. As she pulsated around his finger, he ripped his pants button open. He’d barely unzipped his khakis before she was sitting up, kissing him.

Within seconds, she shoved him back and climbed on top of him, her hands moving over every inch of his body she could reach. He fastened his hands on her hips and pulled her warmth down against his cock. She tossed her head back, her graceful neck curving perfectly, and dug her nails into his pecs.

Fuck, she was even hotter on top. She looked down at him, her smoky green gaze heated, determined. “Do you have a condom, or should I go get one?”

“Left pocket.” She slid her hand in his pocket, easily finding the foil packet. Once she retrieved it, he held his palm out. “Give it to me.”

Instead of handing it over, she slithered down his body, running her hands down his pecs, over his abs, then to the waistband of his pants. “No.”

After making quick work of removing them, she lowered her face to his aching cock. Within moments, her tongue was on him, and her mouth closed around his length, sucking gently. He hissed and tensed, not wanting to come in her mouth. Hell no.

He needed to be buried so deeply in her sweet pu**y he forgot anything else existed. But her warm, wet mouth on his pulsing c**k felt f**king amazing. Too much so to pull her off and stop it. He arched his hips slightly, going even deeper down her throat. She moaned and took him in without hesitation.

His beautiful, shy Ashley from high school had learned some f**king skills since he’d run away from her.

Idiot. We could have been doing this all along.

When she rolled her tongue over him, swirling and sucking, he squeezed his eyes shut. His balls were getting tighter and tighter, and his control was getting more fragile by the second.

“Shit,” he muttered before he hauled her up and kissed her, open-mouthed and hot. As his lips moved over hers, he snatched the condom out of her hand and ripped it open, rolling it onto his dick. Once it was secured, he pressed her onto her back and moved between her thighs. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the sofa above her head.

He snaked his hand under her ass, palming her perfect, smooth skin. She fit inside his hand to perfection, and he slapped her gently, unable to resist. She whimpered and shifted in his arms. “Again.”

He couldn’t believe it. Most women shied away when he played a little rough, but here was his Ashley, begging for more. He hit her again, a little bit harder. He watched, mesmerized as her pale skin flushed with life. Then he did it another time. She cried out and pushed up against him, thrusting her pu**y against his aching cock.

He ran his fingers over her butt, smacking it one more time, harder than before. She moaned and wiggled against him, her entire body practically vibrating.

When he gripped her hips and positioned himself at her entrance, she panted rapidly and said, “Yes. Please.”

He didn’t waste any more time. Fuck no. He thrust inside of her all the way, burying himself completely inside her sweet pu**y. She shrieked and dragged her nails down the fabric of the couch, pulsating around him.

She was hotter and wetter than any other woman he’d ever known.

He withdrew, swirled his c**k around her entrance, making sure to brush against her clit as he did so, then thrust inside of her again. He repeated this gesture so many f**king times he lost count, stopping only when she started cursing him out and begging and crying for release. As he moved inside of her, gripping her hips to hold her in place, she grew tighter and tighter until she finally came again, clenching down on him as he spurted inside of her, the force of the pleasure taking all coherent thought away.

He bit down on her shoulder, holding back the words trying to escape. He knew if he talked now, he’d only f**k it up. Knew he’d stutter or worse—say something about how long he’d waited for this… Or how much he’d always wanted her.

After he caught his breath, he withdrew from her and stood, heading for what appeared to be the bathroom. By the time he cleaned up, regained control of himself, and came back out, she was in a silk robe, daintily perched on the edge of the couch with her chin up in the air—looking for all the world as if she hadn’t just been thoroughly f**ked.

The only thing that gave her away was the messy hair and swollen lips—and maybe his handprints on her ass, but he couldn’t see those.

She looked up at him, her eyes uncertain. “Uh…that was…wow.”

“Wow?” He rubbed the back of his neck, standing in front of her completely naked and trying to look as calm as she did. It also gave him time to form his words, because right now? He needed all the help he could get in that department. “Yeah. I think that covers it.”