A Touch of Sin |18+|

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VALERIO

I laid in bed, unable to move as I felt Alani curled up against my back.

I had been awake for a while, listening to the raindrops pelt against the window while thunder sounded in the distance. It was a rainy morning, slightly cold but Alani's warmth underneath the sheets was everything I needed.

Last night's had been one of the best nights I'd ever had—one that I'd never forget.

We didn't fuck. We didn't tear each other's clothes off in a blinded and hurried lust. We enjoyed each other's company, had a mini picnic at three am in the middle of the hotel floor and watched one of her favourite movies.

It was amazing but as I felt her chest pressed against my back, I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I wanted to feel her.

I wanted to turn around, rip her underwear down her legs and slide into her pussy and give her the birthday sex that she deserved.

I woke up with her on my mind and my thoughts weren't going to rest until I knew that I made her feel good.

I was two seconds away from giving in to my heart's desire when I felt her shift, letting out a pained groan.

I was about to voice my concerns when I felt her lift her hand and settle on the side of my waist, curling over my stomach until she lowered her fingers to my crotch. My breathing quickened, and it wasn't hard to tell that I was awake.

Seems like we both had the same ideas.

She pushed closer to me and I closed my eyes when her hand slipped past the hem of my boxers, wrapping her fingers around my painfully hard dick. I woke up with an aching fucking erection, and Alani finally touching me was intensified in the most thrilling way possible.

She sucked in a sharp breath at the same time I did, the feel of her skin against mine already sending me through another wave of pleasure.

Alani stroked her wrist, fisting my dick and I looked down to see her hand stuffed into my boxers. I moaned softly, my lips parting when she let go to gently trail her nails over the length.

The sensation sent a chill through me, and I realised that we both giving in to the blinding and hurried lust we felt. It was how we met, and nothing was going to change because feelings were involved.

I needed to feel her, and I wasn't going to wait anymore.

I turned on my back and grabbed her hips, pulling her body over mine to straddle my hips and she buried her face in my neck. Fuck, she's already naked.

I reached under me, slipping my boxers off my legs and leaving myself completely bare. I breathed in the smell of her freshly washed hair, enjoying the feel of her curly and soft strands against my chest and neck while her tits pressed into my chest.

I groaned, so fucking infatuated with the woman on top of me that it didn't make sense. How could anyone have that much power over an individual?

I stopped questioning it when her clit brushed over the tip of my dick and I realised that the answer wasn't as profound and deep as I thought.

My body reacted to her and only her, and that was it. She was the only one capable of making me feel that way—the only one capable of having my heart shuddering in my chest and the only one capable of stressing me the fuck out.

If that didn't speak volumes about how much I adored her, then nothing else will.

"Can we?" she murmured, her voice just a whisper but I could hear the need.