Page 158 of We Are Yours

I want him.

His kiss.

His touch.

His taste.

His hands all over me.

Still, we didn’t speak. It was just through reckless movements that we communicated. One right after the other, we claimed what the other was giving.

I reached for his shirt, and he helped me pull it off him before throwing it out of the way. We continued the assault on our mouths like we were glued together and couldn’t come apart for even a second.

It was erratic.

Impulsive.

All-consuming.

My stomach clenched.

My sex throbbed.

I reached for the buckle of his belt. He groaned again, smiling against my lips and reaching for my jeans too. He slid them off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.

“Fuck, I want you,” he growled between kisses. “I’ve always wanted you…”

He unhooked my bra, tossing it aside to caress and suck on my nipples, leaving me breathless beneath him. He looked up at me with hooded eyes, working his way down my body. Pulling at the seam of my panties, he tossed them aside too. His hand dove between my thighs. It didn’t take long for my breathing to become heavy, feeling my chest rise and my back arch as he perfectly angled his fingers deep inside me.

“Oh God…” I panted into his mouth.

My legs started to shake.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open, feeling as if I was going to explode. I couldn’t take it anymore. The room started to spin, and my breathing faltered as I fell over the edge.

“Ah…” I gasped over and over again. Not wanting this feeling to ever end.

I rode the high and his fingers for as long as I could until he replaced them with his dick.

In one hard thrust, he was deep inside me.

Right there on the stairs.

He fucked me.

And I longed for him to.

This wasn’t sex.

It wasn’t making love.

It was nothing like it was with Julius.

It wasn’t sweet.

It wasn’t tender.

It wasn’t even planned.