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enjoying its firmness as she arches into my touch. I move upward, massaging slowly, and that nipple—whichever gorgeous type it is—does what I wanted. It hardens, and it makes me moan.
“I… Can we?” she asks sweetly, like I’d ever say no to her. “Do you want…?” she continues, too shy or too wanton to finish.
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I suck her lip into my mouth, breathing out harshly as I rock her closer. I squeeze her tight and inhale a long, calming breath, trying to refrain from combusting. I won’t talk about that ring. Hell, she knows. I’ll just make this night worthwhile.
I’m an expert in this field. I sense subtle signals from the female body. I touch, press, and build heat until they can no longer take it. I glide moisture through hidden crevices, intensifying the pressure in the exact spot and the precise moment when I know they’ll soar. Oh I’ll take care of Nadia. If she has regrets tomorrow, it won’t be on me.
Just like that, my wish to console this girl, to make her forget her lousy life, turns selfish. I stand abruptly, bringing her with me. She yelps, legs clamping tight around my waist. Our mouths are slick with lust and saliva, and I don’t stop kissing her as I move us. Her breathing is shallow. The girl is fucking starving for intimacy. Doesn’t her husband make love to her?
The front door slams open, and Emil and Zoe tumble in, laughing in each other’s arms. “Damn, they have hot magazines at the Twenty-Four Mart—Who knew?” Emil snickers.
“Shhh,” Zoe slurs, way more sloshed than when we last saw them. Besides X-rated magazines, they must have located alcohol too.
“Guys, you here?” Zoe yells. I’m frozen, my back against the wall and Nadia’s butt nestled over my raging hard-on.
“Ooh, they’re—Look at that,” Emil exclaims, arm heavy over Zoe’s shoulders. “They’re kissy-sweet with each other.”
Zoe bursts out laughing. “Oh pumpy! You say the strangest things!” Then she narrows her eyes against the darkness—who does that—and as I walk us down the hallway, Zoe’s slow, drunken applause erupts behind us.
“Yay, Nadia’s finally getting laid. Treat her right, ’kay, sweetie? Make it count. Cuz that happens, like, never.”
Whoa.
Neither of us replies to their cheers. I don’t waver as I take her to my room and shut the door behind us. I do sober up a bit. Good thing too, because I was seconds from slamming her into the mattress and just—yeah.
I look at her now, sitting awkwardly at the end of my bed with her enormous, brown eyes twinkling up at me. She’s shy, so damn gorgeous and shy. Is this the same girl who clung to me seconds ago, all but begging me to take her?
Christ, I don’t remember the last time I’ve reacted this way to a chick. There’s something going on between us—chemistry, electricity—whatever people call it. All I know is everything she does turns me on and makes me hornier than hell: the swirl of a lock of hair around a finger; teeth sinking into her lower lip.
I caught it back when I saw her at the Sunset show. It was our first concert warming up for Luminessence. Back then, she just gazed at me with those deep, secret-keeper eyes of hers, and I don’t even think she remembers. The room took a thousand people. Among the thousand, I saw her and didn’t forget.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, sinking to my knees in front of her. She worries her lip between her teeth. “I’m sorry about Emil. He’s always like that.”
Nadia shakes her head, and in the dim shine from the streetlamp outside, I catch the twist of her mouth when she answers. “No, don’t be sorry. Your friend, he’s sort of perfect for my friend.” She lets out a sound that could be a laugh.
“She’s pretty hardcore too, huh?” I laugh softly, not wanting to scare her off.
In this glow, I see her differently. Her face is a perfect oval with small, protruding cheekbones and skin that’s unnaturally smooth in the dim light.
“I… Can we?” she asks sweetly, like I’d ever say no to her. “Do you want…?” she continues, too shy or too wanton to finish.
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I suck her lip into my mouth, breathing out harshly as I rock her closer. I squeeze her tight and inhale a long, calming breath, trying to refrain from combusting. I won’t talk about that ring. Hell, she knows. I’ll just make this night worthwhile.
I’m an expert in this field. I sense subtle signals from the female body. I touch, press, and build heat until they can no longer take it. I glide moisture through hidden crevices, intensifying the pressure in the exact spot and the precise moment when I know they’ll soar. Oh I’ll take care of Nadia. If she has regrets tomorrow, it won’t be on me.
Just like that, my wish to console this girl, to make her forget her lousy life, turns selfish. I stand abruptly, bringing her with me. She yelps, legs clamping tight around my waist. Our mouths are slick with lust and saliva, and I don’t stop kissing her as I move us. Her breathing is shallow. The girl is fucking starving for intimacy. Doesn’t her husband make love to her?
The front door slams open, and Emil and Zoe tumble in, laughing in each other’s arms. “Damn, they have hot magazines at the Twenty-Four Mart—Who knew?” Emil snickers.
“Shhh,” Zoe slurs, way more sloshed than when we last saw them. Besides X-rated magazines, they must have located alcohol too.
“Guys, you here?” Zoe yells. I’m frozen, my back against the wall and Nadia’s butt nestled over my raging hard-on.
“Ooh, they’re—Look at that,” Emil exclaims, arm heavy over Zoe’s shoulders. “They’re kissy-sweet with each other.”
Zoe bursts out laughing. “Oh pumpy! You say the strangest things!” Then she narrows her eyes against the darkness—who does that—and as I walk us down the hallway, Zoe’s slow, drunken applause erupts behind us.
“Yay, Nadia’s finally getting laid. Treat her right, ’kay, sweetie? Make it count. Cuz that happens, like, never.”
Whoa.
Neither of us replies to their cheers. I don’t waver as I take her to my room and shut the door behind us. I do sober up a bit. Good thing too, because I was seconds from slamming her into the mattress and just—yeah.
I look at her now, sitting awkwardly at the end of my bed with her enormous, brown eyes twinkling up at me. She’s shy, so damn gorgeous and shy. Is this the same girl who clung to me seconds ago, all but begging me to take her?
Christ, I don’t remember the last time I’ve reacted this way to a chick. There’s something going on between us—chemistry, electricity—whatever people call it. All I know is everything she does turns me on and makes me hornier than hell: the swirl of a lock of hair around a finger; teeth sinking into her lower lip.
I caught it back when I saw her at the Sunset show. It was our first concert warming up for Luminessence. Back then, she just gazed at me with those deep, secret-keeper eyes of hers, and I don’t even think she remembers. The room took a thousand people. Among the thousand, I saw her and didn’t forget.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, sinking to my knees in front of her. She worries her lip between her teeth. “I’m sorry about Emil. He’s always like that.”
Nadia shakes her head, and in the dim shine from the streetlamp outside, I catch the twist of her mouth when she answers. “No, don’t be sorry. Your friend, he’s sort of perfect for my friend.” She lets out a sound that could be a laugh.
“She’s pretty hardcore too, huh?” I laugh softly, not wanting to scare her off.
In this glow, I see her differently. Her face is a perfect oval with small, protruding cheekbones and skin that’s unnaturally smooth in the dim light.
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