𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦, 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙, 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣

Had those words actually come out of my mouth? I couldn't tell; it felt familiar, but it was shrouded in a dizzy haze, distant and dreamlike. Here I was, nearly wasted, straddling John, my breath mixing with the heat of the moment. I trailed kisses along his neck, my fingers sliding beneath his shirt, a fiery need building inside me. I didn't want this to end—I hoped he felt the same intensity coursing between us.

His hands gripped the bottom of my shirt, tugging it up quickly before tossing it aside. The instant he cupped my breasts, a jolt surged through me, igniting my senses. His touch felt electric, awakening every nerve ending as I let out a low groan, my eyes fluttering shut and instinct taking over. My hips began to move against him, driven by a deep desire that I could barely comprehend.

At first, his fingers massaged gently, but soon they became more urgent. When his thumbs brushed my nipples, I gasped, overwhelmed by sensations that were both thrilling and almost painful in the best way.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger as he planted soft kisses along my neck. His hands traveled to my waist, drawing me closer as he planted teasing kisses between my breasts. Every light touch sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself pleading, hungry for more. "Please..." The word slipped out before I could even process my own longing, a desperate battle of desire playing out within me. I needed him to push further.

When his hands slipped down to my jeans, he paused and drew in a sharp breath at the sight of my underwear. I was soaked—there was no hiding the evidence of my arousal. Our eyes locked, and without hesitation, his lips crashed into mine, our desires blending as we moaned into each other’s mouths.

In a swift motion, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward the staircase. The world around us blurred as our breaths grew heavy, and he ascended each step slowly, pausing midway as I pressed kisses to his neck, my nails trailing down his back, leaving marks without the intent to draw blood. He shuddered beneath my touch.

We ended up on the staircase, his body hovering over mine as he peeled off his shirt to reveal a stunning tattoo of a rose on his chest. It was beautiful artistry that drew my fingers toward it, surprised I’d never noticed it before. His skin captivated me, pulling me deeper into this moment.

I let my fingers travel down his chest, gliding lower until I was palming him through his jeans. A guttural groan escaped him, and his grip on my thighs tightened, a primal reaction that set my own fire ablaze.

"Please, Cara..." he strained, and his desperation fueled my longing even more. I helped him out of his jeans, and despite the unforgiving surface of the steps, the thrill of his moans made every second worth it.

With his jeans cast aside, I teased him through his boxers, feeling every inch of him pressing insistently against the fabric. I slipped my fingers inside, brushing against him until his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Fuck... Cara," he groaned, his voice raw with need as he swept me toward the bedroom.

He burst through the door, disregarding the light, and set me down on the bed, crashing his lips against mine with a ferocity that sent my heart racing.

"Wait..." I gasped, and he pulled away, confusion flickering in his eyes. I quickly flipped the light on, my breath hitching at the sight of him—eyes dark with desire, lips swollen from our kisses. As I moved closer, settling onto his lap, I felt the heat radiating from his body beneath me.

He groaned as I started to rock my hips gently, gasping at the sensation. With our bodies barely clothed, the air was thick with tension. I craved that fiery connection, just inches away.