I pull her to me and kiss her. Hard. Without apology. It’s a claiming kiss, one that burns away every bit of the distance and denial. She moans, her body going lax as she presses against me. I grip her waist, holding her close as I back her against the car and swipe my tongue against her lips and into her mouth. She’s heaven, every bit of her delicious and sultry.

My cock aches, and I groan when she lifts one of her legs, opening her core to me as I grab her thigh and hike it up even higher. She’s wearing next to nothing, but I need more. I need all of her. Gripping her ass, I lift her.

She squeals against my lips as I carry her through the garage and into the house. Wasting no time, I carry her down the hall and to my bedroom. Sitting her on the bed, I drop between her legs and reach for her skirt. With a pull, I yank it free and then do the same to her panties.

“Spread,” I grunt and push her knees apart.

My cock strains against my pants when I see the wet, pink flesh between her thighs. I dive down, pressing my mouth to her sweet cunt as she gasps and runs her fingers through my hair.

I need her completely open to me, so I press my hands against her thighs and spread her wider, then delve my tongue into her tight cunt. Honeyed and sweet, her wetness coats my tongue as I suck and lick her, tasting every bit of her as she lies back on the bed.

“I know what you need, Carina. I’m the only man who can give it to you. The only man who will ever taste this perfection.” I press my tongue inside her again, and she arches, her breasts straining against her flimsy top. I reach up and grab the fabric, then yank it down, tearing it and revealing her tits, the nipples hard and dusky.

I lick up her stomach and suck one into my mouth.

“Gilly.” She pants, her eyes on me as I suck one nipple and then the next. Her hips move against me, her body wanting all I have to give. I need to be inside her. It’s like a fucking whip at my back demanding I take what’s mine.

I bite her nipple, and she arches again, pressing against me.

“Please, Gilly. I need … I need you.” Her voice is breathy, her eyes wild.

I back up and yank off my shirt, then unhook my belt and shuck off my pants and underwear. Her gaze goes straight to my cock, the heat of her eyes like a touch.

I groan and fist myself, pumping once, precum already forming at my head.