Page 85 of Switching Skates

I’m going to make her come so fucking fast when I get my tongue and fingers in her. Over and over, she’s going to cry my name out tonight.

I wrap my fingers wrapping around the waist of her panties as I look up at her.

“I want you.” Her face is twisted in a look similar to pain, but there’s no agony in her body, unless it’s of frustration and yearning. “Please, Mason. Even if it’s just this once, Ineedyou.”

Maybe I’m selfish and want more than anything to be with her again. Maybe it’s the helplessness in her voice, begging me for one more time.

Although if it’s up to me, this will be one of many.

“You want me?” I sit up, sliding my arms around her hips, our eyes now at the same level.

I inch forward, and her back arches as her face inches closer to mine, her bottom lip pushed forward.

“Sofuckingbad.”

My heart thumps in my ears as I hold her gaze, feeling like this moment holds more weight than I could’ve ever imagined. I wish she could read my thoughts right now, feel how fucking in love with her I am.

It might be that very love that is making me selfish enough to do this, to have her once more, knowing that it means everything to me, even if it doesn’t mean the same for her. She’s all I want, and I’m not going to waste one more second.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her toward me, parting her lips with mine and kissing her desperately. Our bodies roll together as her hands grab my face.

With the tip of my tongue, I deepen our kiss, our passion fevered and pathetic, like we can’t get enough of each other.

God, I’ve needed this. So fucking bad.

“Me too,” Daphne whimpers between kisses, and I realize I must’ve said that thought out loud.

Sliding her ass to the edge of the bed, I sit up taller on my knees, wrapping her legs around my waist as I get lost in her, clinging to every second she gives me.

She grinds her hips forward, pressing her nearly bare center against my dick, and I groan into her mouth.

How is this real life right now? I must be dreaming.

Pulling back, I kiss the edge of her lips, her cheek, jaw, neck, planting them on every inch of her body as I work my way down.

She claws at my shirt, and I let her tear it from me, tossing it to the floor beside her shorts.

“Jesus Christ, you are so hot.”

Her eyes eat me alive, scorching my body and branding me completely. “It was so hard not to sneak glances at your body when we were switched.”

Her admission has me panting like a dog in her lap.

“You think that was hard? Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Every second of every day was agonizing, knowing that my dream girl’s body was in the palm of my hand.” I pause, holding her stare. “But not once did I steal a look or a touch. That’s your body, your right, and I’d never take that from you.”

She fists the back of my hair and yanks my head forward, kissing me firmly and rough. “Dream girl, huh?”

Pulling away, I bend down and hook my arms under her legs, inching forward toward her soaked center. “And I mean it.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I snake my hands around her thighs, pulling her panties to the side and visually devouring her. “So fucking perfect.”

When I blow a gentle stream of air against her core, a strong shiver runs through her, and her head falls back. “Please, Mason. Please.”

As if she needed to beg.

My tongue runs up her folds, from bottom to top, flicking her clit before repeating it once more. She moans loudly, and I reach up and cover her mouth with my hand.

Just the taste of her could send me over the fucking edge; I’m so turned on right now. My cock is hard as a rock in my pants, begging to be set free.