Page 131 of X's and O's

I licked between her pussy lips, finding her clit.

She leaned back on the shower wall, tensing for a second at the cold tiles against her skin, but I was there between her thighs, flicking that little bud with the tip of my tongue until her palms flattened out and she relaxed.

I was drowning beneath the flow of the shower, and it had been too long since I’d kissed her. So I pushed backup onto my feet, shutting off the flow of water and claiming her mouth for my own once more.

She kissed me back like she’d been missing this as much as I had. Our lips smashed on each other’s, our tongues connecting with an urgency that sparked in the connection between us. My breath disappeared from my chest, like it always did when she was around, but this way, stolen by her kiss, was so much better.

God, I fucking needed her. My dick was so damn close, pressed against her soft belly.

That needed to fucking stop.

I spun her around, pushing her tits hard into the cold shower tile, my body at her back.

She groaned, twisting her head to the side and shoving her ass back for me.

Shit. This was so much worse than when we were face-to-face. I’d thought maybe I could get control better if I wasn’t feeling up her tits and kissing her mouth, but no. Now I had access to the rounded globes of her ass.

I took two handfuls, squeezing her there, kissing her neck from behind.

Even though I knew I shouldn’t, I drove my dick between her thighs, not entering her, but gliding through her arousal, grinding with her, sliding along her pussy lips and clit before withdrawing then starting all over again.

“Oh God, that feels amazing,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, Violet,” I groaned into her neck. “Don’t say things like that or I won’t be able to.”

“I don’t want you to,” she whispered. “Please, X. I’m so sick of being a virgin.”

She may as well have taken a shotgun to my head and pulled the trigger. Every inch of my body was desperate to change the angle between us and dive inside the tight channel of her pussy. I could practically feel it now, how tight she’d be, strangling my cock, before she relaxed and let the little flutters of her orgasm loosen the grip of her internal walls.

My cock already knew how coming with her, buried deep in her sweet body, would feel. Like heaven and sin and perfection all at once.

I craved it. Just like fucking everything in my life because I could never just be a little bit into something. I was all in, all of the time, or I was all the way out.

There was no in-between.

I was all in with Violet. I had been since the moment I’d laid eyes on her.

It was fucking dangerous.

And yet I couldn’t stop. I snaked my hand around her thigh, rubbing her clit from the front, my fingers bumping up against my dick that was coated in her slick juices.

She moaned, rocking back on me, her ass grinding at the base of my cock, setting off pleasure centers in my brain that wanted to do so much more than just rub up against her.

I wanted her pussy. Her mouth. Her ass.

When I’d said she wasn’t too much for me, I’d fucking meant it with every beat of my heart. I wanted every damn inch of her.

My thrusts between her thighs got faster, the friction created without even entering her so mind-blowinglygood it had already eclipsed every other sexual experience of my life.

I sucked her neck, probably putting another hickey there, but I couldn’t stop, with the way she moaned. She reached back for me, running her hands up my sides awkwardly, but her touch was everything I’d never let myself have.

I rubbed her clit harder, faster.

“X,” she moaned. “I’m going to come.”

God, she was a fucking goddess. I wasn’t even inside her yet and she was going to come just from what I was doing to her clit.

“Come for me, Violet,” I moaned, fighting the deep, guttural urge to thrust my cock so deep into her pussy she would feel it for days. “Come hard. I want to feel your body pulse for me.”