fumbled for my wallet and retrieved a condom. Without looking, I rolled it on while she continued to work me with her hand.
Wanting in on the action, I slid my hand between her thighs and found her wet and ready for me. Pushing one finger inside her, I teased her while I continued to kiss her, to consume her.
When she released a soft cry, the sexy sound went straight to my head. I lifted her off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around me as I guided myself into her. Nudging the head of my cock past the tight entrance to her body, I sucked in a breath, pulling my mouth from hers briefly.
“Inside me,” she pleaded.
I did as she requested, pushing inside, her pussy squeezing my dick as we attempted to get in a better position. Things were moving fast, much faster than I’d anticipated, but I couldn’t slow down. There were so many things I wanted to do to her, most of them involved exploration with my mouth and tongue, but we were both frantic, desperate.
Being inside her was the only thing I needed, and since we’d already passed go, there was no turning back now.
“Fuck. Presley…” I hissed, the heat of her pussy enveloping me as I pushed inside her while her tongue slid against mine.
Words weren’t spoken; the only sounds were our labored breaths and the slap of skin against skin, a few desperate moans mixed in along the way. It was quick and dirty, and still quite possibly the best sex I’d had in my entire life.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded when I tried to pull back, needing to look at her even if the only light was coming from the kitchen, wanting a connection of some sort to prove to myself that this was real.
Presley didn’t allow it, her arms snaking around my neck, pulling me back to her so that our mouths were once again fused together in a kiss so erotic I damn near came from that alone.
With one hand cupping her ass and holding her up with the help of the wall, I managed to grip her thigh with my other hand, shifting her leg and changing the angle as I thrust into her hard, fast, deep. Fuck, it was so damn good. I hadn’t a fucking clue what was different about this woman, but I knew something was. It was a feeling, something foreign that felt so right.
Presley’s hands slid down my back as she attempted to pull me closer. Wanting to give her what she needed, I continued to roll my hips, filling her over and over as sweat beaded on my forehead.
Damn it. I never wanted it to end. I would be content to die right here in this woman’s arms, buried to the hilt inside her while her pussy gripped me tightly.
Pumping my hips, I picked up speed, needing to send her over before I lost the last vestiges of my control. She was more than I’d anticipated and I still didn’t know why.
I growled her name, pulling my mouth from hers and burying my face in her neck as I felt my control snap, the tingling in the base of my spine signaling my release was inevitable. Repositioning once more, somehow, I managed to snake my hand between our bodies, my thumb finding her clit and pressing against her as she bucked against me.
“Yes,” she cried out. “God, yes!”
Her entire body went rigid, a strangled cry coming from her chest, and I knew she was coming. I would’ve preferred that she tell me, but I could sense that she was holding back. I grunted once more, unable to contain myself a second longer. I slammed into her one last time, coming harder than I’d ever come in my life.
But as fantastic as those few minutes had been, I knew instantly that the night was over. There would be no more kisses, no more petting, no more … anything.
I pulled back enough to look at Presley. She had her head turned, her attention somewhere else. Securing the condom, I pulled out of her, helped her back to her feet, then took my time going to dispose of it. I knew it wouldn’t matter if I took one minute or ten…
When I returned, Presley was gone.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Presley
“Are you happy now, Blaze?” I muttered to myself as I slipped out of Jake’s apartment after hurriedly pulling on my leggings, grabbing my boots, and stuffing my panties in the pocket