Page 9 of Just Once

I need her, too. I kiss her mouth again and reach down and align my cock with her slit, then ease myself in. She’s so wet that I can thrust all the way into her tight pussy on the first push. She gasps and wraps her legs around me. I plunge into her again.

“Yes,” she moans. “Just like that.”

I don’t have to fuck her for very long before she’s coming again. God, I love feeling her erupt like that beneath me. I love feeling her lose control. When she catches her breath, she laughs and kisses me. I’m still inside of her, but I’ve slowed my thrusting.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she says. “But you make me come harder than I ever have in my life. And I’ve made myself come a lot.”

I laugh. Then I give her a meaningful look. “You ready for number three?”

“Um…yes? How many times are you going to make me come?”

“As many times as I can,” I say, and hook my hands under her thighs. I pull her legs up and adjust myself so that I’m kneeling in front of her now. Then I draw her up into my lap. I grip her calves and hold her legs spread open wide as I push into her again. She’s on full display in front of me now, and the view is such a fucking turn-on.

Angel closes her eyes and moans. As I drive into her, her hands drift up and rest on my abs. And as I pick up the pace, thrusting into her faster and harder, her tits shake and sway, and her fingers dig into my skin.

“Oh!” she cries. “Oh, God!”

“Angel,” I groan, feeling an orgasm build. I want to make her come again first, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold out this time.

As Angel’s breathing goes ragged, she opens her eyes and our gazes meet. And there’s something different in the way she looks at me this time. It’s not just a look of lust. It’s…something more, I think. It’s almost like a look of love.

“I’m going to come again,” she says, her voice high and desperate. I nod and gasp for breath. I’m too close to form any words.

Well, except for one.

“Fuck,” I grunt, and buck against her. She cries out and shudders against me, too. We’re both breathing so hard that it feels like we’re going to suck all the oxygen out of the room.

“Oh my God,” she says. We’re still looking at each other. “That was…that was…”

I dip my head down to hers and claim her mouth with mine. It’s a kiss unlike all the rest. It means something more this time.

When it’s over, I look her in the eyes again and say, “I need you, Angel. Not just for today.”

Angel looks like she might cry. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want to be with you. I want to make this work.”

“But how?”

“I don’t know. I just know that I want to be with you.”

A tear escapes from the corner of her eye. I wipe it away. She smiles and nods.

“Okay,” she says. “I don’t know how it’s going to work either. But I want to be with you, too.”

Chapter Five

Angel

We agree to keep our relationship a secret from my parents. It’s just easier that way. And when Dante enters my number into his phone, he types in my name as Sweet Lips, just in case my dad gets a glimpse of Dante’s screen when they’re working.

“Please tell me there’s not a bunch of other contacts in your phone with nicknames,” I tease.

“You’re the first and only,” he says, and then tosses his phone into my lap. “Go ahead. Scroll through them.”

“I was just teasing,” I say. “I trust you.”

But as I hand back his phone, the screen automatically flashes on and I realize how long I’ve been gone.