Page 97 of The Strength Of A Woman

Slowly, I lock my arms around his neck and press my chest into his torso.I wish I had undone another button so I could press myself against his skin.

He wraps his arms around me, towering over me. He holds me as I lean back and he comes forward, and his lips crash onto mine with a determination I’ve never seen in him before.

The time for quiet explorations has come to an end.

We arrived where we were supposed to be, and I have wanted to be with him.

He slowly parts my lips and slides his tongue into my mouth, and I instantly moan, since I know what that means.

I know there is no turning back.

Nothing will stop us.

We’re already hot for each other, brimming with tension, anxious to start this journey into the unknown, and ready to take all the risks.

His kiss gets me drunk within seconds, faster than the most alcoholic beverage. The most potent drug.

My breath becomes his as my heat blends into his.

He’s held back more than I could imagine, it seems, as he roughly tugs at a cup and pulls it down to free my boob andtake the frightened, jiggling thing in his hand to squeeze it and mistreat it, sending arrows of intense pleasure to my core.

My center pulses, and wetness trickles from inside me, dampening my panties.

My thighs follow suit and clench together, although all I want is to have his hand ride up my dress and part them.

I’ve been churning out heat I barely managed to contain for the last I don’t know how many months?

Too many to count.

No amount of arching and touching myself compares to how it feels to have his tongue down my throat, his hand freeing my other boob and now pulling at the bow behind my back and unzipping my top so I can be naked down to the waist and pressed against him.

He flicks his waistcoat off and unbuttons his shirt down to his waist without stopping the kiss.

And then we hungrily collide.

My bare tits against his bare hard torso. His hard-on against my abdomen. His hand roughly stroking my chest, while the kiss pushes us to the edge.

I didn’t think it would happen so fast. I never thought that I’d be ready to come without him entering me.

I wish I could touch him, but things happen so fast, and the sensation is so intense that I can only hold onto him while he breaks every morsel of logic and removes every possibility of me being sober.

He doesn’t seem anxious to undo his belt, which may be a sign of how far he’s willing to take this tonight.

I’m not the one to complain.

If he touched another inch of my body the way he touches my boobs, I’d probably be done.

I just want to show him how hungry I am for him and how he affects me.

As if he knows what’s in my head, he moves one hand to the back of my hair and starts kissing a trail of pleasure down my neck, while reaching for the hemline of my skirt.

I fall back against the doorframe, waiting for that moment of exhilaration, when his fingers travel up between my thighs.

His mouth travels farther down, and soon after, a nipple throbs with pain and pleasure between his lips while both my hands move through his hair and quiet moans crawl up my throat before flying into the night.

“Oh… Callum.”

My breathing quickens in anticipation, his hand already between my knees, moving up and up.