Page 80 of A Love Most Fatal

The tingles of pain in my scalp are like a drug.

I’ve neverdonedrugs, but I think this is what it might feel like.

I suck her clit into my mouth and increase my speed, thrusting my fingers into her perfect pussy. This time as her breathing picks up speed, she doesn’t stop until she’s gone overthe edge, moaning loud into her room, probably waking the whole house in the process, but I keep fucking her with my hand and my tongue all the way through it, until she’s quivering around me, her ragged breath slowing.

I lighten up, languidly licking and fingering her until she’s come down.

I crawl my way back up her body and take her limp hands in mine. I massage her palms and kiss every knuckle while her breathing slows.

“Why are you so good at that?” she asks, and she’s still flushed. “How much practice have you had?”

“Some,” I say. “Never like that though.”

“You’re so hot when you’re horny,” she says, and I let out a long laughing groan into her neck. She giggles, actually giggles, but then takes a sharp inhale when I wrap a hand around her and grip her ass.

“Condoms are in the drawer,” she says, then like she has to explain herself, “Willa bought them for me when you moved in. I didn’t answer her calls for a day.”

I laugh, silently thanking her older sister for the foresight, and reach for the unopened box, ignoring the part of my brain begging me to stop and go through every single thing in and on top of her nightstand. I see a little journal and I want to read it so bad. I want to crawl around in her brain and study her messiest handwriting and read her words out loud to myself to see how her thoughts feel coming from my mouth.

When I’ve retrieved a condom and crawled back on her massive bed, she’s maneuvered to her hands and knees in front of me, and I am so shocked by this image that I have to take this opportunity to trace the lines of her silhouette. Her daily training shows in her limbs, the definition of her shoulders and toned thighs. Her back is arched as she peers over her shoulderat me and her hair is mussed. I want to see the red flush to her cheeks always, want to know that I’m the one that put it there.

I draw my finger down her spine, and she shivers.

“I want to have you,” I say when my fingers reach her pussy, still wet from my mouth and her own juices. “Here.”

Vanessa moans in response, her hips anxious to buck back onto my fingers.

Wanton thing.

I slide the condom on over my shaft and she watches over her shoulder every move. When she finds my eyes on hers, she chews on her lower lip.

“Make it good,” she says, and I blink at the meaning, the reminder that I ought to make it good since we just have the once.Just tonight.

God, thirty minutes with her and I’d forgotten this isn’t something we can do every moment of the day for the rest of forever.

“How many times have you come in one night?” I sound composed enough for a man who’s about to die here on the spot as soon as I get my cock in her. I tease her entrance, small circles on her labia. When she tries to push back onto me, I pull back further.

“I don’t know, three?”

Three.

We can do better than that.

“Great. We don’t stop until, say, five, then?”

“Nate,” she groans.

“Six?”

She laughs again, the sound igniting every pleasure receptor in my brain. I lean over her back, a trail of kisses up her shoulder until I’m close enough to speak into her ear. My dick is hard between us. “Come on. Vanessa Morelli isn’t a quitter.”

Vanessa swallows and I do not imagine her swallowing around my dick, not at all, not for a second.

“Fine,” she whispers with a smile. “Five.”

“Six,” I correct. She groans, but nods.

“Just do it, already,” she says. “Please, Nate.”