Between Now and Heartbreak - Dylan Allen Page 0,29
to the surface and lines I would never normally cross blur. I don’t see a shred of uncertainty or doubt in her gaze.
When she lets her lips free from the grip of her teeth, they’re bright pink and wet and I can’t fight the incessant pull between us anymore.
“Just a taste,” is all the warning I give her before I drop my mouth onto hers.
I’m starving, dispossessed and it’s been far too long since I’ve been near the woman stirs this craving. The only woman who can satisfy it.
Her hands cup my neck and her mouth opens on a moan that I swallow before I plunder her sweet mouth. My memories muted the shades of perfect that our fragmented parts make when they come together. But now that we’re skin to skin, the only thing that’s muted are the lies I’ve told myself for the last year.
This kiss is a hypnotic truth-teller.
The past is gone, but in this slice of time between it and our future, we’re not close to done. How could we be, when this kiss says we are timeless?
Her thighs are spread wide enough for me to fit into the apex of them and I sink into the plush heat of that yields to the urgent press of my need.
I pull my mouth from hers, and she cups my face to guide it back.
“Can I?” I breathe against her lips. I slip my fingers past the cotton gusset of her panties as soon as the “y” in her gasped “yes” starts to form on her lips.
Her pussy is hot, wet, clinging silk gripped tight around my fingers. She rides my hand, and I press deeper into her, until I feel her quiver.
“Carter, oh God. Inside, I need it, so bad.” Her words are interspersed with gasps and whimpers that seal our fate. My dick jumps onto the same track as my mind, and I’m mindless with the need to get inside of her.
“I’m going to take care of you.”
I use my free hand to undo my fly. She shoves my jeans down my hips and before I have a chance to brace myself, she wraps her small hand around my dick and gives it long slow stroke that makes my balls tingle.
“Oh fuck,” I groan and pitch forward a little, pressing her deeper into the wall.
“I love that I can do that to you,” she says in my ear.
Our lips find each other again and this time, the kiss savage.
She guides me to her and I push forward until her body makes an easement for mine, I slip inside her.
The feel of her wet cunt fills me with relief.
We’re finally going to do this.
She’ll be mine in every way.
For now. My conscience tries to cut through.
I’m not gentle when I thrust into her. Her back arches and she lets loose a little scream that curls my fucking toes.
She a tight fit, but it’s so fucking perfect, and once I’m inside her, I don’t ever want to leave. I move in short, hard thrusts.
She tightens her arms around my neck and I press deeper.
She’s so sweet and hungry and hot.
She’s calling my name, rocking her hips to try to pull my dick deeper into her body.
Like she knows it belongs there.
“Carter, I’m so full.”
“Fuck yeah, you are. Do you like it?” I pant against her mouth.
“So much.”
“I’m going to fuck you until your pussy curves to my dick. I want you to ache for days.”
“I’ve been aching. I’ve missed you.” She’s panting and gasping, but I can hear smile in her voice.
I pull my head back, so I can see her face. My heart skips a beat and vengeance is the last thing on my mind. Wisps of hair stick to her cheeks, her lips are swollen and cherry red from my kisses.
She’s a vision.
I don’t care what promises she’s made. Obviously, her body and heart - I can see it clear as day every time I look into her eyes – don’t care about those promises either.
I wish I could rewrite everything…so that we could be everything.
I want the power to turn back time like I’ve never wanted anything – except her.
I know can’t.
But right now, I’ll pretend I’m a titan and she’s my fucking queen and I’ll fuck her like I have the power to bend the world to my will.
She clings to me, taking every inch I give her.
There’s no thinking.
There are no words.
This is destiny meeting its opportunity and grabbing hold with both hands.