Barrett
I PUSH AWAY FROM THE table and walk behind her. She faces forward, but tilts her head, exposing her neck. I brush her hair off to the side and lay my hands firmly on her shoulders. The thin strip of the straps of her dress are the only barrier between us. When our skin touches, a flurry of goose bumps race across her skin. She shivers beneath my touch and I can feel it in my cock. I harden immediately, my length swelling against my jeans.
I have to play this right. She’s not another woman in my life that I won’t care if I see tomorrow or not. She’s the woman in my life.
"I want you,” I breathe, watching her react.
She turns her head and looks at me with a glimmer in her eye, the one I love so much normally but right now—it’s even brighter. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, giving me a little grin.
I let my fingertips stroke the skin along the ridge of her shoulder. “I want you. All of you, Alison. I want the whole thing.”
She looks across the space and takes in the ambiance I carefully constructed for her. I wanted her to feel special, to feel like I took the time to impress her. It was an odd feeling, wanting to impress a woman. I don’t recall ever doing it before.
“I want you too,” she says finally, a seductive smile planting across her gorgeous lips. She glances down at my cock before meeting my eyes again. “All of you.”
I roll my hands down the front of her shoulders and let them dip into the front of her dress. The smooth fabric on top and silky skin below are fucking heaven.
"Ah," she moans, resting her head against my right arm. Her breasts overflow my hands, the voluptuousness driving me absolutely wild.
I trail lazy kisses from behind her ear down her neck. She's so delicate that I push away the thoughts of what this moment could do to this strong, yet fragile, girl. What the aftermath could be if something goes wrong.
Her gasps obliterate any thoughts other than the feel of her under my fingers.
"What are you doing to me?" she whispers, her voice filled with as much need as is coursing through my body.
I press my lips against her neck, right beneath her ear. "Exactly what you thought I was going to do you. What you were picturing in your mind when you agreed to be mine."
Alison shudders beneath my touch as I roll one of her nipples between my fingers. She turns her head to face me and I capture her mouth with mine. She moans into my mouth, and the sound reverberates through me. I feel it through every inch of my body, increasing the frantic need to be inside of her.
Our tongues dance together, a frenzied movement that takes advantage of all the times we've denied ourselves. She's intoxicating, the taste of wine fresh on her tongue. I pull my hands to her face, cupping each cheek, my fingers pressing into her skin, as I deepen the kiss.
She stands, the chair crashing to the floor behind us. The things on the table shake, some fall over, as she bumps it with her hip to angle towards me. Her hands slide up my neck, down my back, touching as much of me as she can.
It's the most intense feeling I've ever had. Everything is intensified to a level I've never felt before.
I cup her ass in my hands, squeeze, and nearly come apart as she pops her hips and works her tongue against mine. I lift her swiftly, her eyes flying open. She never breaks the kiss as I sit her on the table a couple of steps away from her plate.
Alison's lips pull at mine as I suspend the kiss. Her breathing is ragged, matching my own, as I run my fingertips up her arms. She peeks at me through her long lashes and waits for me to make my next move.
I really just want to burst into her and feel her body wrap around mine. I want to enjoy it, make it a memory worth having.
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p; She's so fucking beautiful.
My fingertips reach the straps of her dress, and I lift them with the pads of my fingers. I slide them down her arms until the top of her dress is pooled at her waist. She’s facing me wearing nothing but a red lace bra. I can make out her nipples through the lace and it puts me over the edge.
"You waiting on something?" she asks, her voice shaky.
A low chuckle escapes my throat as I close the half step distance between us. She bites her lip as I come forward. Lifting her ample breasts out of her bra, I let them sit on top, the nipples in stiff peaks pointing right at me.
So fucking perfect.
I take one into my mouth, rolling her nipple with my tongue. She yelps in pleasure, grabbing my hair and pressing my face into her harder. I nip and suck, feeling her smooth skin fill my mouth. My other hand goes to the other, palming it, feeling the weight of its fullness.
"Barrett," she moans, spreading her legs apart. Her head is tipped back, her hair spreading out behind her. It's the purest, most erotic display.
"Lay back," I command, standing in front of her. She raises her eyebrows and I subtly shake my head. "Back, Alison."