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I lift her off her feet, touching her back to the glass before setting her down and claiming her lips again. She moans into my mouth, and I lift her dress, slipping my fingers into her panties, where she’s already slick.

Does she respond to him like this?

I push the question from my mind. “You’re so wet.”

“I told you I was ready,” she replies, breathless.

I pull her dress over her head. Through the lace of her bra, I can see her nipples, pink and swollen. I take one between my teeth and she makes a breathy sound. With one ha

nd, she strokes the length of my cock, making it impossible for me to think.

Finally.

I take her lips again. Her hands are busy, undoing my pants and freeing me, then she pushes me back and gets down on her knees, taking me in her mouth.

It’s torture and pleasure at the same time, and it’s almost unbearable. I pull out of her mouth with a sigh and drop to my knees, joining her on the carpeted floor. I nudge her head back to my cock, and she takes me eagerly, sucking me deep.

My chest rises and falls. I’m almost breathless. My hands rove over her back, memorizing every contour, every smooth inch of her skin. I reach as far as I can, cupping her ass, sliding my fingers into her from behind.

“I love your mouth,” I rasp, straightening to watch her head bobbing up and down. I thread my fingers in her hair. “So hot…”

She moans, and with her lips around me, the vibration feels like heaven.

I nudge her away from my cock and up to her feet. “I want to come inside you,” I tell her. Still on my knees, I tug off her panties. I taste her hungrily, kissing her soft lips and sucking on her clit.

She loses her balance, but I hold her steady. She whispers my name, grinding her hips as I slip my fingers inside her. Unable to wait, I rise and steer her back toward the wall.

As soon as I lift her off her feet, she wraps her legs around my waist and braces her back on the wall. I drive deep into her and she grips me tight, her muscles squeezing me as if she’ll never let go.

God, she feels good.

Her nipples poke through the lace of her bra, and I free them from the sheer constraint, taking one in my mouth and sucking hard.

Rachel is moaning, whispering my name, telling me how much she loves what I’m doing. Soon she’s shaking, coming hard. When her orgasm subsides, I let her legs drop to the floor and turn her around to face the glass. I pull her hips toward me and enter her from behind.

She cries out, meeting me thrust for thrust. I want to touch her everywhere. I have a feral need to leave a mark on her somehow. I feel desperate and needy, almost afraid.

She cries out, shaking as her body explodes, clenching hard around me. I’m not far behind, whispering her name as I come.

I wait a few moments to catch my breath before I pull out of her and turn her around to face me. She wraps her arms around me as I lay kisses on her face, her cheeks, her lips.

Her smile is tender. “You really did miss me.”

I adjust her bra and pick the rest of her discarded clothes from the floor. “You haven’t seen anything yet,”

She laughs. “I can’t wait.” There’s a pause. “I missed you so much.”

And yet you couldn’t wait to lock lips with your ex.

I push the thought away, but not quickly enough. She catches the momentary change in my mood.

“What’s the matter?” Her tone is full of worry. “Is something wrong?”

I shake my head. “You should get dressed. There’s nothing wrong.”

She doesn’t believe me. “Tell me what’s wrong.” This time, it’s a demand.

I exhale then take her chin in my hand, lifting her face to mine. “I don’t like to share what’s mine. Not now, not ever. Do you understand?”


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