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Layla

Teagan stalks in my direction, his eyes burning with determination. I wanted him to kiss me when we walked in the door, but it felt like he was hesitating. Now, he slips his fingers into my hair, angling my face up toward his.

“Layla, I’m going to kiss you now.”

I can’t breathe and my heart is pounding out of my chest. Unable to form words, I just nod. That’s all the confirmation he needs before his mouth crashes into mine in a kiss so heated, I can feel it all the way down to my toes. When I part my lips slightly, he claims my mouth fully. Slowly, he slides a hand from my hair, down to my throat, where he squeezes gently. Whimpering, I press myself into him, trying to erase any and all space between us. Teagan groans at the contact, the sound is so erotic I think I might orgasm where I stand.

He steps forward, beginning to slowly walk us backward, one hand still on my throat, while the other winds around the small of my back. Not paying a bit of attention to where we’re going, we collide with a wall. I let out an umph which makes Teagan release my throat and pull way, his eyes clouded with a mix of concern and lust.

“Are you okay? Shite, I’m so sorry. I should have been looking…”

“I’m fine,” I breathe, pressing my mouth to his. “Don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he groans, possessing my mouth once more.

I link my fingers through his belt loops, pulling him closer. When his hips meet mine, I can feel how hard he is and I moan, knowing it’s for me. Tearing my mouth from his, I start placing wet kisses along his jaw until I reach his ear, where I pull the lobe between my teeth and nibble. The way he’s panting and grinding against me is the most empowering moment of my life.

“Teagan,” I whisper in his ear, “I want you.”

“Aye, I’m yours,” he groans against my neck before sucking the sensitive flesh and biting down.

“ ?Ay si! ” I yelp, returning my mouth to his.

Releasing his belt loops, I slide my hands under his shirt, grazing the dips and planes of his abdomen with my fingernails. I’ve fantasized about touching these abs since the first time I saw him shirtless at soccer practice. Teagan’s hands tighten on my waist before traversing over my ribs and up the sides of my breasts. It feels like a wake of burning flames everywhere he touches me.

“Bedroom,” I pant. “Now.”

Grunting in agreement, he dips down to clutch the back of my thighs and hoists me up.

“Teagan, what are you doing? I’m going to break you,” I shriek as my legs lock around his waist, my arms looping around his neck.

“Wrong,” he growls, pressing kisses to the swell of my breasts that are peeking over the top of my tank top.

“I’m too heavy,” I complain until I feel his tongue run from my cleavage to my jaw .

“You’re fucking perfect, Layla,” he mutters into my skin. “I plan on worshiping every inch of this perfect body.”

Those words turn my core molten. If I don’t have him inside of me soon, I’m going to die. Completely cease to exist. The need I have for him is so strong, I feel like I’m drowning. As if reading my thoughts, he turns us into the bedroom, and we fall onto the bed, our mouths fusing together in a brief, sloppy kiss. Teagan pulls away, sitting back on his knees. His hungry eyes roam all over my body, stopping to zero in on my heaving breasts, before meeting my gaze.

“What?” I pant out.

A feral grin slowly spreads over his face. “I can’t decide where I want to start. I could kiss that luscious mouth of yours for the rest of my life, but I want to taste all of you.”

Holy fuck.

I shiver in anticipation. “I don’t care where you start, I just need your hands and mouth on me.”

Teagan’s eyes flare wide. “Protection?”

“I’m on the pill,” I rush out. “And I’m clean.”

“Me too,” he confirms, running his hands up my thighs to my hips, where he holds me tightly. Leaning forward, he takes the bottom of my tank top between his teeth to guide it up my body. When it’s around my throat, he buries his face between my breasts, inhaling deeply. My fingers shove the hat from his head and tangle in his hair, giving a sharp tug. I feel his laugh rumble against my skin before he sits up again.

“Jaysus, Layla. Look at you,” he mutters in awe.

I blush, biting my bottom lip. The way he’s looking at me is almost reverent. I’m suddenly very thankful that the red lace bra was the only clean one I could find this morning. The hunger in Teagan’s gaze is enough to make me want to burn all the others in my hamper. He grazes a knuckle over the peak of one breast before hooking his finger over the lace and pulling it down slowly. The cool air is in harsh contrast to my heated skin.

“Fuck me…” Teagan groans, lowering his head to suck a nipple into his mouth .

My back arches off the bed as I cry out. The last sexual experience I had was nowhere near this intense, even when I climaxed. I’m pretty sure he can make me come just by sucking my nipples. God, if this is what happens when his mouth is on my breasts, what about when he moves lower?

Teagan

I take my time paying homage to each of Layla’s perfect breasts. As much as I love her in red, this sexy-as-sin bra needs to go. Slipping a hand behind her back, I unhook it and slowly pull it from her body. Then the air leaves my lungs in a low whoosh. Her breasts are glorious—full and heavy with perfectly peaked nipples that I can’t help but brush the pad of my thumbs over before sucking them into my mouth. I love every lush curve of her body. When she protested me picking her up, I vowed to make it my life’s mission to make sure she never feels anything but worshiped like the goddess she is. It’s not completely selfless though. Touching, kissing, and pleasuring her is something I’ll never tire of.

While laving at her nipples, I can feel my cock growing harder by the second. The noises she’s making, and the way she’s pulling my hair, have me so turned on, I’m afraid I won’t make it longer than a few seconds once I’m inside of her. Groaning, I tell myself to stop thinking about it or I won’t even make it that far. I can tell she’s getting impatient by the way her body bucks against me, but fuck if I haven’t waited for what feels like ages to get this beautiful woman under me. I want to spend hours with her.

Somewhat regretfully, I move from her breasts, starting to rain kisses down her torso. When I reach her navel, I swirl my tongue around it, chuckling as she shivers. Her hands are pushing at my head, urging me lower. Lifting my eyes to hers, I hold her gaze as I tuck my fingers into the sides of the small shorts she’s wearing, pulling them over her curvaceous hips and down her shapely legs. Red catches my eye, and I discover that her underwear matches her bra—red, lacy boy shorts hug her hips. I raise a fist to my mouth, biting my knuckle .

“Were you planning on me undressing you today or is this just a happy little accident?” I ask, voice low and rough.

Layla props herself up on her elbows, smiling shyly at me. “It’s the happiest accident of my life.”

With a wolfish grin, I say, “It’s the happiest accident of my life, Lovely.”

“I’m glad you approve,” she says shortly, “but can we get rid of them now?”

A bark of laughter escapes me.

“So impatient,” I mutter, lowering my head to lick her roughly over the lace.

“ ?Dios mío! ” Layla cries out, falling back onto the bed.

Fucking hell.

This woman will be my undoing. Tired of waiting to taste her, I yank her knickers down her hips, tucking them into my back pocket. I own them now. When Layla starts to press her legs together, I grip her thighs, spreading them wide, before taking a brief second to admire her pussy. I groan at how wet she is already. All I do is groan when her body is involved.

“Lovely Layla, you have no idea what you do to me,” I mutter before dipping my mouth back to the apex of her thighs.

I don’t waste time teasing her. Repeating what I did while she was covered, I press my flattened tongue over her seam, licking all the way up to her clit. I take my time, adding pressure when I reach the swollen bud. She gasps loudly, bucking her hips in response. I do it again and again, soaking up her moans and reveling in the constant string of Spanish flowing from her mouth. Her thighs clamp over my ears and I feel them quiver. She’s getting close. Latching my mouth to her clit, I pull it between my lips, sucking hard. She yells out her release, undulating against my mouth until her orgasm fades.

When her legs go slack onto the bed, I finally raise my head. She’s panting heavily, eyes hooded when they meet mine. I lick my lips, watching those big, brown eyes widen as I crawl back up her body, planting kisses along the way. When I reach her mouth, I gently kiss the corners of her lips before devouring her again.

Layla’s hands snake down my sides, causing me to shiver, and yanks at the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up to my shoulders. Breaking the kiss, I rock back on my knees and reach a hand behind my neck, grabbing the shirt by the collar before tearing it over my head. Sitting up, her eyes and fingers rake over my chest, to the waistband of my jeans. She pops the button and my cock twitches in response.

Meeting my gaze, she purrs, “Take these off, Teagan.”

Her wish is my command. If she were to demand that I bark like a fucking dog, I’d do it gladly. Especially while she’s sitting there, gloriously naked, her skin flushed from the orgasm I just gave her. Christ, I love her body.

Rising from the bed, I take a step back to remove my jeans and briefs. I watch Layla’s heated gaze travel from my face, over my chest and stomach, then coming to a stop at my raging erection. Her eyes widen, and that luscious mouth falls open slightly.

“Hijole…” she whispers.

Chuckling, I climb back on the bed, hovering over Layla, who is still propped up, leaning back on her hands. I dip my head to kiss her softly, gently pushing her back on the bed. She shudders and a hint of hesitation flashes in her eyes.

“Is this still okay, love?” I ask. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” she breathes, shaking her head, “Just…go slow. It’s been a while.”

“How long?”

“Um…since the beginning of freshman year,” she answers, biting her bottom lip.

Three years?

How has she not had sex in three years? How does she not have a line of men waiting at her door, begging for just a scrap of her attention? The fact that I’m her first after so long is a heady sensation.

“Okay,” I whisper, brushing a kiss to her jaw. “We’ll go slow. I want to savor you anyway.”

“God, the things you say, and do, with that mouth,” Layla moans, gliding her hands up my biceps, and into my hair.

“We’re just getting started, love,” I mutter, letting my body settle on hers so that we’re finally skin-to-skin.

Kissing her again, I force her mouth open with my tongue and wind it around hers. We lose ourselves in the rhythm of the kiss, our bodies naturally moving in tandem. Layla’s legs fall open wider as I nestle myself between her thighs. I run a hand down her throat, over her chest and stomach, before palming my cock, guiding it towards her entrance. Rocking my hips forward, I slowly push in an inch or two at a time, letting her adjust to me. It’s a slow form of torture. She feels so good clenching around me, that I can’t contain the groan forming in my throat. Once I’m fully seated inside her, she gasps softly against my mouth. I freeze instantly.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No. God, no. Please don’t stop.” she begs, rolling her hips and flexing her inner walls around me.

“Fuck…” I grind out, burying my head in her neck and breathing heavily. “If you do that again, I’ll come, Layla. Your first time in three years will not be with a two-pump chump.”

She laughs out, causing those muscles to squeeze again. I groan loudly, then bite her shoulder in retaliation, before pulling out of her slightly.

“Teagan,” Layla whines, “please.”

Propping myself up on a forearm, I cup her face with my hand, staring into her eyes as I thrust deeply. She mutters a string of Spanish that I can’t understand, but take as encouragement. On the next thrust, her eyes shut and she grips my arse, pressing me closer. The act is so carnal, I abandon the idea of controlled movements. I start fucking her, harder and deeper. Her cries of pleasure push me closer and closer to the edge, but I refuse to come before I get her off again. Reaching between us, I press the pad of my thumb to her clit, moving in tight circles.

“ Ohmygod . Yes, keep doing that,” Layla pants. “I’m going to come again.”

“Fuck yes, you are,” I growl, unable to take my eyes off her face. The way her mouth falls open, combined with the noises coming from her, is enough to make me explode. “I want you to come all over my cock, Lovely.”

Layla throws her head back against the bed, screaming out her release. When she clenches around me again, I come so hard, I see stars. I moan her name, over and over, as I spill inside her. I collapse on top of her as she wraps her arms around me, pressing my head to her chest. Layla just holds me there and her heart is racing as fast as mine. That was hands down, the most intense sex of my life. My shy Layla isn’t quite as timid in the bedroom.