Ever so slowly, I lowered my mouth to the lime. As I did so, I felt the brush of her lips on mine.
Just a touch. Just a breath, and it ignited fire in my veins.
And at that moment, I forgot a lot. My heart stopped, my breathing quit, my thoughts cea...
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The yes was all I needed to hear.
I crushed my lips into hers, our kiss all teeth and tongues, demanding and rough. The kiss wasn't delicate, like the times before – no, this time, I gave her everything I had, and the small groan she let out only made me kiss her harder.
I lightly pushed her onto the bed so that she was lying on her back and I was on top of her. I let my hands roam her body, up and down her sides.
"If you want me to stop at any time," I said between kisses, "just say the words."
She nodded but pulled me back down to her by the collar of my shirt. I moaned into the kiss as she tangled her hands in my hair.
Finally, I tore my lips off of hers and let my mouth travel down her cheek, her chin, her neck. I kissed my way between her breasts, looking at her every facial expression. I practically came in my pants when I kissed a spot below her belly button and she arched off the bed, her mouth parting in an "O".
Before I settled between her legs, I slid my shirt off in one fluid motion. I didn't miss the way she stared at me, hunger and lust in her gaze.
"May I?" I asked, making myself comfortable between her legs and pulling at the hem of her dress.
She groaned. "Yes," she choked out.
I chuckled as I slid off her dress, revealing her in only a matching set – both lacy and mouthwatering. "Fuck," I groaned, grabbing the insides of her thighs with my hands to spread her legs farther apart.
"August," she breathed as my hand inched closer to the spot of hers that dripped with need.
"Yes?" I murmured as I allowed my thumb to circle her clit, then press down.
Her hips bucked upward, searching for more, but I only laughed softly. "You made me wait one week, Emilia." I met her gaze. "This is your punishment."
"August," she said again, but this time in desperation. "Please."
I tsked. "Feel free to beg me, Lia. It won't change anything."
I slowed down the pace of my thumb until the circles it made were tantalizingly slow over the fabric of her underwear. The color was turning darker, the cloth becoming soaked.
I tightened my jaw, the sight turning me on more than I thought possible. "Are you always this wet for me?" I muttered, enraptured by the essence of her.
"Only for you," was her breathy response.
Feeling as though I tortured her enough, I tugged at the waistband of her underwear with a single finger, asking for permission. She nodded, and I lifted both hands to slide it down her legs.
