My tongue dragged back up her throat. My mouth landed back on her lips. I kissed away her fears, kissed away her nerves, kissed Sloane until she understood I knew exactly how she felt. My fingers were slick with her arousal, she was so close. So close. I gripped the back of her neck and forced her to look at me.
“I am not going anywhere,” I promised. Relief flooded her features. I waited until trust returned to her eyes before placing my palm in the middle of her chest and forcing her back down to the bed. I concentrated all my energy on licking her clit with skill and dedication as I kept half my hand fucking her, sliding against her G-spot, opening her to pleasure, to sensation, to me.
Her legs wrapped around my head; her hands stayed attached to my shoulders. Her hips thrust up, up, up against my tongue until I gave her the pressure that she needed.
Her orgasm was a beautiful free-fall of total elation. Her hips shot straight up, and I held her still, cradled the lower half of her body and sucked her clit hard, and then soft, until her screams became cries and her cries became moans. Until she could only whisper Abe, Abe, Abe.
I couldn’t wait a second longer.
I stood, removed my remaining clothing until I was completely naked in front of her for the first time. She climbed my body, throwing her arms around my neck as I dipped, scooped her up, legs around my waist.
When we kissed, I tasted like the most secret and alluring parts of her; when we kissed, I shared those parts with her, sliding our tongues together. The second she pulled back, breathing hard, I scraped my teeth at her jaw.
“Sloane,” I said, voice rough. “What will make you comfortable? I have condoms, in my suitcase. I have —”
“When was the last time you were tested?” she asked.
“After the last woman I had sex with a year ago. I haven’t been with anyone since,” I admitted. Holding a hot, pliable, warm woman against my body threw my cold and lonely nights into stark relief. Only I hadn’t felt lonely. Alone, sure, but not lonely. Sloane was the missing piece, tumbling into my life and making me yearn for a future I’d never once considered.
“It’s the same for me,” she said. “I have an IUD. I’m clean.”
My chest heaved at the thought of fucking her without a single barrier between us. Her mouth hovered over mine, hands gripping my face as my arms held her close.
“Please, Abe,” she begged. “Yes, please, now. I need you.”
I didn’t need to be begged twice by the most beautiful woman in the world. I hoisted her higher on my waist and walked us back into the dresser, depositing her on the end. I shoved bags and clothing to the ground. Knocked down a lamp that clattered loudly, the light going out. My hips hit the dresser, ramming it against the wall, as I dragged her knees high along my body.
One hand spanned the wall, my other hand gripping her waist. I watched as she wrapped her gorgeous fingers around my cock. Held my gaze with her sultry one as she jerked me slowly. Too slowly. My snarl sent heat to her cheeks, sent her teeth sinking into my chest. She stopped teasing. Pressed our mouths together in a breathless kiss. Placed the head of my cock to her entrance.
I fucked into her with a single, confident thrust and experienced my second dose of true, mind-altering intoxication.
“I’m still here,” I whispered against her lips. She felt so fucking good. “And I’m not going anywhere.” I slid all the way out, slammed back in.
“Oh my god, don’t you dare fucking stop,” Sloane cried—which sent the final semblance of my restraint hurtling into the atmosphere. She clung to my neck as I gripped her hips and plunged recklessly into her pussy, thrusting in a steady rhythm that was no less brutal.
She was on me like a wild cat, all teeth and nails, as she called my name out. I stopped being aware of anything other than the sight of my cock sliding into her pussy, the sounds we made, how slick and hot she felt, how tightly she squeezed me. It was far too easy to spin her around, so we faced the mirror over the dresser together. I gathered her heavy hair between my fingers and