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The protein shake was still spinning in the blender when I felt her behind me.
I didn't have to turn around to know it was Cardi. She had this way of sliding into a room without making a sound, then setting it on fire with just her presence. Her nails skimmed down my abs, slow, deliberate, and her breath tickled the back of my neck as she pressed her body into mine. I was fresh out the shower, shirtless in nothing but basketball shorts, and already halfway hard from the moment I smelled her perfume.
"You gon' waste time talkin' or you gon' give me what I came for?" Her voice was low, already breathy, her lips brushing my ear with every word.
I turned around and grabbed her by the waist without hesitation. She was wearing a cropped shirt and tiny boy shorts that barely covered her ass, like she knew exactly how to break me. Her hair was tied up, lashes long, and that gloss on her lips looked like trouble. I didn't even respond. I lifted her up and sat her on the kitchen counter like I'd done a hundred times before.
She locked her legs around my waist instantly, pulling me close like she'd been waiting all day.
"You still sore from the last time?" I asked, grinding into her slow enough to make her moan.
"I'm always sore after you," she breathed, "and I still come back."
I kissed her like I was starving. Deep and dirty. Tongue sliding against hers, her nails digging into my back as she pulled me closer. She tasted like cinnamon gum and attitude. She always did.
Her hands slid under the waistband of my shorts, nails scratching lightly down my skin. My breath hitched. My body reacted like it always did with her—eager, ready, impatient. She didn't like to wait, and neither did I.
I carried her to the bedroom without breaking contact. Her mouth stayed on mine the whole way, hands tangled in my hair, thighs clenched tight around me.
When I laid her down on the bed, she looked up at me like I was something to be worshipped. That was the thing with Cardi—she made you feel like you were the only person on the planet when she wanted you. And right now, she wanted me.
I pulled her shorts down slow, eyes locked on hers. No panties. Of course not. Just bare skin and a piercing that caught the light.
"You came like this?" I asked, licking my lips.
"I knew what I was coming for," she said with a smirk, chest rising and falling fast.
I dropped to my knees, spreading her legs wide and pulling her to the edge of the bed. My mouth was on her before she could speak. She let out a loud moan and threw her head back, her hands tangling in the sheets, then in my hair. I licked her slow at first, teasing her clit with my tongue until her legs started to shake. She tasted sweet and salty, perfect, like something I was made to devour.
