The sight of those perfect tits in the black lace bra she’s wearing, and the matching panties almost sent me over the edge.
The last time I shot my load in my boxer briefs I was seventeen-years-old.
That was sixteen fucking years ago.
“Kiss me,” she murmurs.
I lower my mouth to hers, taking a second to run my tongue over the seam of her plump lips.
She moans into the kiss. It’s not coming from a place of need. I’ve heard enough of those sounds to recognize the difference between need and want.
This woman wants me just as much as I want her.
She doesn’t need me, so why in the hell do I feel like I need her?
The kiss breaks when her teeth clamp down on my lower lip.
I welcome the pain. I welcome anything she gifts me with.
“Take me to bed,” she demands in a whisper.
I pick her up. Her legs wrap around me. Her ankles cross at the base of my back.
I can feel the heat coming from her skin. I can sense how wet those lace panties are.
I turn us around but stop when her lips find mine again.
This time the kiss is intense and deep. Her tongue slides against mine, fighting for control.
I don’t give in. I take more, wrapping my hand around the back of her head, tugging her even closer.
She sucks in a deep breath when I pull back.
Her long eyelashes bat as a smile curves her mouth. “You can kiss.”
I stare into her beautiful eyes. “The bed.”
“Take me there.” Her lips trail a path over my jaw. “Now, Dylan.”
I steal one last kiss before I take a step forward.
I stop in place.
Where the fuck is my bedroom?
I chuckle when I realize that she’s kissed all sense out of me. I turn us around again.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, tapping my shoulder with her fingernail.
I want those nails digging into my skin when I’m inside of her. I want her to mark me. I want the pain to linger for days so I don’t forget her.
I shake the thought away with a heavy sigh.
I always forget them.
I can’t remember the name of the woman I fucked last week or the one I took to bed the week before that.
Maybe it’s best that I don’t know this woman’s name. I fear I’d never forget it and there’s only room in my memory for one name.