Didn’t look to me for approval.
Just used her foot to guide the fabric down my legs, leaving me bare below the waist. “Fuck, Aflora.”
“Yes,” she replied, her hands moving to my shirt to tug it upward. “Yes, please.”
A growl morphed into a groan in my throat, my forehead falling to her collarbone. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”
She trembled, her grip tightening in the fabric still wrapped around my shoulders. “Please, Kols.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, placing my shaft right against her heated center. I could feel her warmth and dampness through the fabric of her black stretch pants, her need seeping into my skin as she rubbed herself shamelessly against me.
I cursed.
My dick throbbed.
My balls tightened.
And I nearly forgot how to fucking breathe.
Because I wanted her. Badly.
Take her, a dark voice whispered. Fuck her raw.
Just the image of it nearly had me coming all over her.
That I could sense her own mounting need only intensified the experience, urging me to take what I wanted, to indulge in the forbidden fantasies lurking between us.
Her heels dug into my ass, demanding action. My lips hovered close to her breasts, my forehead still against her collarbone.
And then she moaned.
The sound went straight to my groin, wrapping around my cock and giving it a figurative stroke that removed reason from my thoughts.
I wanted her.
She wanted me.
We were consenting adults.
This is going to happen.
A forbidden blanket swathed us in a cocoon of lust and illicit cravings, my mind running rampant with all the ways I wanted to take her. But first, like this, with my cock buried deep between her thighs.
I kissed her again, my tongue spearing her mouth, my resolve crumbling into dust.
She welcomed me with a sweet, needy noise.
And the rest of our clothes disappeared with a muttered spell under my breath.
“Oh,” she marveled as the magic shimmered over her skin. She arched into me, her hot pussy welcoming my dick in a wet kiss.
“Last chance, Aflora,” I warned her, my shaft sliding through her damp folds.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, just as I’d taught her in our dreams.
Because I loved those two words from her lips.
She made them sound so inappropriate, thus serving as a reminder of how wrong this was between us and inviting my darker instincts out to play.
I wanted to do wicked things to her.