All I want is to taste her warm, tender, beautiful pussy. I slide my tongue through her folds, and thrust one finger inside her.
“You taste delicious,” I mumble against her sweet pearl, blowing on it.
She gasps, thrusting her hips into my mouth. Atzi grabs my hair when I push a second finger inside and nip her rosy bud.
“Harder,” she orders. “Please, fuck me harder!”
“You’re also bossy in bed, aren’t you?” I look up at her. She chews her lip, her eyes lock on mine. “But not tonight.”
“Heath,” she pleads.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Be patient. I’m going to take it really slow. We’ll glide, soar, and then fall together.”
She wails as I lap at her pussy. I eat her thoroughly. She squirms and gasps as I devour her with the hunger of a man who’s about to face death row. The last meal. My first taste of heaven. I’m starving for her. She’s moving so much, I pin her with my free hand while I continue fucking her tight canal.
I savor her while crooking my finger and pressing it against her G-spot. Atzi’s pulling my hair, pushing her hips, moaning when the orgasmic wave hits her. She screams my name with euphoria. I press my tongue against her tender bud as her spasms increase and her legs tremble. My cock is about to explode. It needs to be inside of her. I can’t think of anything else but her and the hunger that’s eating my insides.
After drinking her orgasm, I stand up, pushing her back onto the bed, kissing her hard and teasing her entrance with my dick. “You want this?”
“Please,” she whimpers when I thrust a finger between her sweet labia.
“Taste yourself.” I place my finger on her lips.
She wraps her lips around it, swallowing it deep.
Sucking it.
Her dark eyes fill with craving—with need. The fire within melts her brown-eyed gaze, and I can’t wait to be inside her. I kiss her one more time.
“Your scent is addictive. Intoxicating. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough,” I pant as her fingers touch my shaft. “Not yet. If you touch me one more time, I’ll come all over your hand.”
“Please,” she begs. “Fuck me!”
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper, watching her eyes burn with desire.
There’s no going back, but I already knew that. We part ways in two weeks. We might as well enjoy these last moments. I can do what I forbade myself to do since I fell in love with her. She’s mine for now.
“I want you,” she says desperately. “All of you.”
Carefully, I climb back in between her legs, picking up the condom on the nightstand. Whoever stocked this bedroom is a genius. I roll the rubber on my dick.
I place the head of my cock at her entrance before sliding into her. Her eyes meet mine. She holds her breath as I push myself slowly until I am deep inside her. She’s tight and warm, and fuck if I don’t want to lose myself inside her forever.
I don’t want to let her go—never.
Mine.
Mine.
But I love her so much I refuse to keep her with me.
She’s so perfect.
We fit. It’s as if she had been made for me—just me.
And I’m hers.
I lean forward, slamming my mouth against hers, and kiss her deeply as I thrust in and out of her.
I surrender myself to her.
She owns me.
She has since the moment we met.
Pleasure, craving, and lust drip from every pore of my body as I claim her. Our tongues move against each other the same way our bodies do.
It is a perfect symphony. The edge of the tempo increases as the friction between us ignites a fire as hot as a deep inferno.
Too soon, we reach the edge.
We’re on top of Everest.
We’re touching the surface of the sun, burning.
We’re part of the universe—a star about to be reborn.
A shock of electricity zings from the base of my spine all the way to my groin, exploding into a billion notes playing inside my head. She milks me dry with her pussy. All too soon, it’s over, but we’re new. We’re us.
The way we have never been before. I wish I could confess to her I love her. That leaving San Francisco and her is going to be hard, but I’m doing it because she deserves better.
“Heath,” she whispers, her arms wrapping around my back. Moisture wets my cheeks. I lift my head, and she’s crying.
My heart stops for a moment. “Did I hurt you?”
“Don’t mind me. This was just too overwhelming. I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life.”
I understand what she means, and I wish I could say more, but there are no words that can describe what I feel without breaking the illusion. I’m unsure about the future and won’t regret the past. I’m only certain of one thing. I love her.
I love her with the depth many won’t understand.
I swallow hard, drinking all the words I wish to say and all the feelings I wish to erase.
And so, I fuse her mouth with mine.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Heath
We spend most of the night making love. Around six in the morning, I wake up Atzi and urge her to get dressed. Once she’s ready, we leave immediately.
I’m done with my family and their crazy games. Did they help during their illogical intervention? I’m not even going to acknowledge yesterday. It’s one of those days that’ll go unrecognized. I already erased it from my mind.
Not surprisingly, Atzi sleeps during the drive to San Francisco. I kept her up all night—no one could blame me. I finally had her.
Atzi Lavigne was finally mine.
She. Is. Mine.
It’s only temporary. An illusion, but who the fuck cares when I can fuck her whenever and however I want.
I dreamt of having her, her body, her mouth. When I heard her scream my name, it was better than I had ever imagined.
Picturing her fucking mouth wrapping around my cock didn’t do justice to the real thing.
She was a goddess.
She’s my queen.
She’s my everything and more.
Fuck, I sound like a lovesick man. A man who finally got his chance and doesn’t know what to do now, how not to lose the most precious thing in the world.
As we enter the penthouse, all I can do is picture her on the couch with her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening, waiting for my mouth. I’m dying to have her again. I’d give anything to bury my face and eat her.
There’s always the option of having her on my kitchen counter—naked and covered with chocolate. I would feast on her, licking her perfect tits.
Atzi yawns as she makes her way inside my place. I adjust my throbbing cock, taking several deep breaths before following her. I continue to the kitchen, searching for food. When was the last time I ordered groceries?
Before I open the refrigerator, I say, “We might need to order breakfast.”
“There’s pancake mix in the pantry,” she says with her bedroom voice. “You must have at least two eggs and oil, don’t you?”
She’s either about to fall asleep or wants the same as me, sex. I glance toward the living room. This is why I like this place. Even though it’s big, you can see what’s happening in almost every corner. Well, except in the bedrooms. The main bedroom is on the top floor, isolated from the rest of the penthouse. The other two are close to it, but they’re not soundproofed.