rock hard and that small word makes my arms shake as I try to keep them in place. Her hands skim down my face, my neck, shortly stopping at the rapidly beating pulse in my throat and finally rests on my chest.
“Please. I don’t want to go home alone tonight. I only want you.”
“Addison,” I whisper on an exhale.
“Shh.” She leans forward and places her lips on mine. “Please,” she says, her warm breath coating my lips.
I move onto my elbows just barely above her and stay as still as I possibly can while she explores me. Allowing her to take from me whatever she needs and it isn’t much. Her mouth never opens and her eyes remain closed as she continues to nibble at my lips, moving to my cheeks and up towards my eyes. She kisses each of my closed lids as I hold steady, barely breathing for fear that if I do, I’m going ruin any trust that has built up between us.
“Damian,” she whispers.
Drunk or not, I don’t have enough self-control for this. “Addison, this is not a good idea.”
“I need this Damian.”
She kisses me. Not a peck, not a lip on lip kiss, but her tongue breaks through mine, her arms circle my neck, her body presses flush up against me, and her legs circle my hips.
That’s all it takes.
Any thought that this is a terrible idea dies on my tongue, any feeling beyond her in my arms, our lips moving heatedly against each other, my hands running through her smooth dark hair, is the only touch my mind is registering.
Sweeping her off the couch, I carry her to my room and settle her on the bed, her body beneath me as I move back and forth on top of her “Addison,” I whisper into her mouth. “You taste like candy and wine. You taste like heaven.”
She grabs at my shirt, and I lift it over my head. She groans as her hands run along my chest and down my arms. “Naked. Damian. Naked.”
“Yes. Naked.”
We are fumbling, clumsy fingers undoing buttons, tearing off pieces here and there. Stopping to kiss, to taste, to suck. Her warm tongue trailing along my jaw and down my throat, and I can’t get to her bare skin fast enough.
When she’s finally naked, her body presented to me in all its amazing glory, I take a long minute to hungrily gaze over every curve, every freckle, every detail of her creamy white skin before I pull one of her taut nipples between my lips. Circling it with my tongue and gently sucking until it peaks and I hear her moaning and panting in desire.
Reaching for the fly of my jeans, I flip open the buttons and with one hand clumsily push them down my hips.
My cock springs free and the rock hard flesh begins to rub against her leg. Her nails are clawing up my back, and she begins to grind into the underside of my cock, moaning.
I can’t see straight. “Feels so fucking good.”
Flexing my hips into her, I help her rub herself, feeling her wetness coat my shaft. It’s hot and slick and making me dizzy. All I’d have to do is lower my body a few inches, and I could slide deep inside. Stopping myself from doing just that has my body shaking and the small amount of sense I have left makes me change positions.
Tracing her opening with my finger and feeling her wet core, I slip a finger into her slick folds. “Ahh, you’re drenched.”
“So . . . good,” she moans as my fingers work her.
I want to taste every inch of her, not miss a spot on her small delicate body. Moving myself lower, I trail my tongue along the curve of her waist, the swell of her hip, in towards the soft mound of her thigh. Placing my face between her legs, I hear her take in a deep breath and sigh out a yes as I begin to suck her wet heat directly into my mouth. Her hands grip my head and hold me to her as she works herself against my tongue, her deep moans intensifying and her body coiling tight under my grip. I’m lost between her legs and going to come all over my bed if I don’t get control of this situation.
Biting the inside of her thigh she cries out in pleasure as I swipe my tongue over the pinch of teeth marks. I bite her again, making