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you, and then I’ll just have to fuck you right here on my front lawn. I don’t think the neighbors want to be woken up by a hot little tattooed redhead screaming my name.” He sounds pretty sure of himself, stepping inside the house and setting me back down on my feet.
I drop my bag, and the second he turns around I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He drops his keys and rubs his hands hard up my back, pulling me closer to him. Licking my neck from my collarbone to my ear, he sends shivers up my entire body. Our eyes lock for a brief moment, silently reassuring each other that this is what we both want. What we both need. I can’t help but feel he’s hiding something, but right now that doesn’t matter. Right now I need to feel wanted. I need to feel needed. I need this. Him. Us. Whatever us is.
He carries me through the dark house. Our only source of light is coming from the streetlights, seeping in through the blinds.
Coen rests his forehead on mine as he grabs my ass and growls. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lexi.” I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as he makes his way up the stairs to his bedroom. Running my hands through his hair, I crush my lips against his and devour him with my kiss. He kisses me back, ravaging my mouth like a starving animal. A soft moan escapes me as he lifts me off of him by my waist, sitting me down on the edge of his bed. My dress slides up, nearly revealing what’s underneath. I start to cross my legs to try and ease the ache in my throbbing clit, but he places his hand on my knee to stop me.
“No. Don’t. I can smell how turned on you are, Lex. Now I need to taste you. That tease in the car was nowhere near enough. Lie back and let me take care of you.” I do as he says, and he kneels between my legs. He traces the tip of his nose along my inner thigh, placing soft, slow, kisses as he gets closer to my aching pussy. I whisper his name, and his fingertips graze my legs. I need more of him. I can’t handle much more teasing. He looks up at me through lust-filled eyes, and slides his thumbs under the thin pieces of fabric holding up my thong, carefully slipping it and my shoes and socks off my feet in one fluid motion. My body is now exposed to him, vulnerable and ready. Before I can even feel self-conscious about my exposure, I feel the heat of his wet tongue on my clit. One hand slides under my dress, kneading my breast. He uses his index and middle finger from his other hand to spread me open further, giving him better access to delve his tongue inside of my pussy. He swirls, thrusts, and teases me to the edge. I arch my back in pleasure, forcing my breast harder into his hand. I’m about to lose control when he stops. I can feel him smirking against me before he stands up.
“Coen…” The heat from his mouth, gone. The electricity from his touch, gone. The orgasm I damn near reached, gone. I see his shadow move toward the widow. There’s just enough light for me to see his face. I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him.
“Coen, what the hell?”
He turns around, pulls something out of the dresser and slips it into his pocket. He pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. “Patience, Lex. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. At least, not tonight.” His voice is deep and gritty. I push myself up closer to the head of the bed as he stalks closer, looking like a lion about to devour his next meal. Steady. With determination. Heated. His shoulders roll each time he places his hands on the bed. His scent is driving me wild. The look in his eyes both intimidates me and turns me on. Hovering over me, I can see that not only are his arms and neck covered in gorgeous, brightly colored tattoos, but his chest and stomach are as well. So fucking hot. I swallow hard in anticipation. I’m still so wet from where he had his mouth on me moments ago. I still need more.
Coen’s nose is
I drop my bag, and the second he turns around I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He drops his keys and rubs his hands hard up my back, pulling me closer to him. Licking my neck from my collarbone to my ear, he sends shivers up my entire body. Our eyes lock for a brief moment, silently reassuring each other that this is what we both want. What we both need. I can’t help but feel he’s hiding something, but right now that doesn’t matter. Right now I need to feel wanted. I need to feel needed. I need this. Him. Us. Whatever us is.
He carries me through the dark house. Our only source of light is coming from the streetlights, seeping in through the blinds.
Coen rests his forehead on mine as he grabs my ass and growls. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lexi.” I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as he makes his way up the stairs to his bedroom. Running my hands through his hair, I crush my lips against his and devour him with my kiss. He kisses me back, ravaging my mouth like a starving animal. A soft moan escapes me as he lifts me off of him by my waist, sitting me down on the edge of his bed. My dress slides up, nearly revealing what’s underneath. I start to cross my legs to try and ease the ache in my throbbing clit, but he places his hand on my knee to stop me.
“No. Don’t. I can smell how turned on you are, Lex. Now I need to taste you. That tease in the car was nowhere near enough. Lie back and let me take care of you.” I do as he says, and he kneels between my legs. He traces the tip of his nose along my inner thigh, placing soft, slow, kisses as he gets closer to my aching pussy. I whisper his name, and his fingertips graze my legs. I need more of him. I can’t handle much more teasing. He looks up at me through lust-filled eyes, and slides his thumbs under the thin pieces of fabric holding up my thong, carefully slipping it and my shoes and socks off my feet in one fluid motion. My body is now exposed to him, vulnerable and ready. Before I can even feel self-conscious about my exposure, I feel the heat of his wet tongue on my clit. One hand slides under my dress, kneading my breast. He uses his index and middle finger from his other hand to spread me open further, giving him better access to delve his tongue inside of my pussy. He swirls, thrusts, and teases me to the edge. I arch my back in pleasure, forcing my breast harder into his hand. I’m about to lose control when he stops. I can feel him smirking against me before he stands up.
“Coen…” The heat from his mouth, gone. The electricity from his touch, gone. The orgasm I damn near reached, gone. I see his shadow move toward the widow. There’s just enough light for me to see his face. I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him.
“Coen, what the hell?”
He turns around, pulls something out of the dresser and slips it into his pocket. He pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. “Patience, Lex. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. At least, not tonight.” His voice is deep and gritty. I push myself up closer to the head of the bed as he stalks closer, looking like a lion about to devour his next meal. Steady. With determination. Heated. His shoulders roll each time he places his hands on the bed. His scent is driving me wild. The look in his eyes both intimidates me and turns me on. Hovering over me, I can see that not only are his arms and neck covered in gorgeous, brightly colored tattoos, but his chest and stomach are as well. So fucking hot. I swallow hard in anticipation. I’m still so wet from where he had his mouth on me moments ago. I still need more.
Coen’s nose is
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