Free Just a Number (Downtown #1) by Fifi Flowers

against her, I lashed my tongue along her breasts, worshipping her nipples equaling with my mouth. I paid close attention to her breathing. Every tweak elicited a different level of exhalation. Pinching. Biting. Pulling. Caressing. No two breaths were alike.
    Rolling over, Willow on top, she pulled up. Hunger filled her icy-blue eyes as she rubbed against me with abandon. Leaning back, she gripped my hips and moved up and down my length, coating me with her essence. I was about to lose control as I had, recently, just thinking about her, but I refused to allow that lack of control to continue in the bed. I would be focused and succeed in pleasuring us both in a long, drawn out manner.
    Needing her lips, I pulled her arms forward, gathered her dark hair in my hands, and brought her succulent mouth to mine. We eagerly devoured each other. Flipping her body in one fluid motion, I entered her swiftly. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to feel her around me, squeezing me with her velvety inner muscles. She felt so good, tight and slippery wet. Her contracting grip pulled me in as if it never wanted to let me to go, and I never wanted to leave. Lost in her warmth, I continued to penetrate her over and over, aiming for just the right spot that seemed to eradicate her breathing. Wanting more, she moved her legs up into a very familiar pose which drove me deeper inside of her. Driving home, we moved perfectly together as we both moaned and groan and panted in unison.
    Being sated one time wasn’t enough. No sooner were we in relax mode, that one tiny movement initiated by either one of us sparked the other’s need. We were in sync. No words were needed. An all-consuming passion evoked us. A touch. A reaction. We flowed as one. Rushed and aggressive movements turned into slow and fluid. We had an ebbing, flowing connection like no other. Releases like no other. Had I ever enjoyed climaxes like these? No. Ours, together, were indescribable.
    The quietness between us was unusual. But it seemed to take us to another level of awareness. Something totally different. No directing. No screaming. No name calling. The experience was enlightening. All communication, nonverbal. Only divine sounds: Breathing, whimpering, moans, and gasps.
    The feeling. The touching. I skimmed every inch of her body. I knew which areas were more sensitive. Where I should stroke, graze, caress, fondle, and even tickle to get the best response. Her body shivered and blushed. Goosebumps appeared. Her skin felt alive just pressed up against mine.
    Our maintained eye contact was powerful. At times, overwhelming. But I never diverted my eyes from her. I wanted to see every expression. Every emotion. Every smile. Every smirk. I loved how her eye lids grew heavy. How her eyes darkened. How they burnt with desire.
    In one night, I had been ruined while having over-the-top, fucking amazing sex with my gorgeous dark-haired corporate-girl with icy-blue eyes. I could finally get her out of my every thought. I had found her. She had fulfilled her drunken promises. Only, they were better than even she had described. All of which, I had a feeling would cause more havoc to my life. I imagined always wanting more of her. And knowing that it was going be hard to leave her behind.
    There was no right time for me to leave until it was absolutely necessary that I teach my morning class. How I would do it with so little sleep didn’t faze me. I was on a natural high. Not wanting to break our contact, not wanting to leave her warmth, I tried to coax her to join me to welcome the sunrise. “Hey, sleepy. You want to hit beach yoga with me?” I knew the answer.
    “Yes. I am Sleepy. If you don’t leave me alone, I will turn into Grumpy.” She pulled the light cover up over her head and rolled onto to her stomach with a groan.
    Leaving her to slumber, I kissed the top of her head still peeking out. Jotted down a note with an address, telling her where to meet me later for a