I let go and remove my shirt hurriedly; I want to have my skin pressed against his. I want to feel every inch of him.
The moment my shirt is over my head, he releases the clasp on my bra. I fling it off my arms, moaning when I feel his warm hard chest against mine.
“Oh Paige. I want you,” he whispers, cupping my breast with his hand and kissing my neck.
A slight whimper escapes my lips at the sound of my name. My name. Just the simple sound of me, makes me want him even more. My fingers thread through his hair as I pull him toward me. The attraction between us seems palpable in the air around us.
Attempting to move toward his room, we don’t make it far, as our impatience gets the better of us, and we’re against the wall. With one hand holding my head steady, as his mouth moves with mine in a heavy, devouring movement, he slides his other hand purposefully down, over my breasts and stomach until he reaches the waistband of my pants.
His breathing quickens as I gasp in anticipation when he pops the top button of my jeans. The zip slides down easily, and I rock my hips forward as he hand travels south.
The moment his finger slips underneath my panties and between my folds, my knees almost buckle. “Oh!” I moan into his mouth as his fingers move over my throbbing clit then push into my depths. “Oh!” I call out again, shaking in his arms. I’m about to burst.
He pushes more of his hand inside me, filling me with his fingers and pulsing in and out. In time with my rocking hips.
Again, I call out, tilting my head back and breaking our kiss. I’m lost in the ecstasy of his touch and can’t seem to function beyond staying upright.
As his hand moves, pushing his finger into my core, the heel of his palm presses firmly against my clit. My fingers clench in his hair as I hold tightly to him, my orgasm bursting out of me as I cling to him, moaning loudly as my eyes roll back and my body shudders against his.
He crashes his mouth against mine with a guttural moan as he slows down his movement and brings me back to earth.
“God, you’re beautiful when you come,” he growls, kissing me softly, sucking gently on my lips.
His kisses travel down, pausing slightly at my breasts as he swirls his tongue around my nipple and removes his hand from my pants. Gently, he drags my jeans and panties down my legs, lowering himself to his knees as he does so.
I feel his breath, hot on my mound, as he slides his tongue between my folds. “And you taste good too,” he moans.
The moment his tongue flicks over my engorged nub, my hips jolt forward, causing him to look up at me and grin wickedly.
Quickly, he stands up, sliding his hands under my buttocks and lifting me against him. He looks into my eyes for a moment, and I feel like he and I are the only two people in the world.
When his lips reconnect with mine, I’m sure we are. Because this feels otherworldly to me. I’ve never felt this much passion in a man’s arms before.
Carrying me to his room, he drops me on the bed, raking his fingers down my body, sending erotic shivers racing over my skin, as he stands to remove his pants.
Climbing between my legs, he sits back on his knees and reaches into his drawer to get a condom. Once applying it, he grabs my thighs and pulls my legs either side of him.
My hips jolt as he uses his tip to slide around my opening and up over my clit to distribute my juices.
I’m so keyed up that I feel like I might burst again already. Grabbing my hips, he pushes his formidable length inside me. I gasp out at the size of him and grab at his arms - needing something to cling to.
He pumps his hips back and forth as I call out from the pleasure of it, my orgasm builds and builds, and I moan, louder and louder.
“Oh Paige!” he yells, slamming his length into me, over and over again.