It has to come off.

Rolling her over, I undid the clasp and threw it across the room.

It landed on the basket full of lube and condoms.

Elle looked up as it crashed to the floor, spilling sex aids everywhere. She bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile. Slowly, like a sexy vixen, she opened her legs, pulling her skirt high.

I told her I’d be in charge but, goddammit, that one motion made me her slave for life.

I panted as she revealed her pussy, glistening with need. I became hypnotized with lust, barely able to register words as she said, “I don’t think we’ll need the lube.”

“Christ.” I slid off the bed, dragging her hips with me. The moment she was in licking distance, my mouth connected and my tongue speared inside her.

Hot. Wet. Elle.

She writhed on the bed, her fists grabbing at the sheets, her teeth biting at comforters. She whimpered as I inserted a finger then two, profanities hissing through clenched teeth.

I loved that I could make her come undone so easily. How ready she was for me. How greedy.

I could spend all night making her unravel, but there were other places to taste, touch, worship.

Crawling up her body, I locked my teeth around her nipple followed by the heat of my mouth. She bowed upward, her hands sinking in my hair, her fingernails unsheathed as she threw her head back. “Oh, my God.”

While I sucked on her breasts, my hands shoved down her skirt, tossing it over my shoulder.

Naked.

Beautiful fucking Elle was naked.

And I’m not.

Moving to her other breast, I bit gently as I pushed at the elastic green pants and disengaged her hold on my hair to tear the t-shirt over my head.

The white boxer-briefs vanished next, leaving my cock bouncing with need and shining with pre-cum.

Elle scrambled to her knees, pushing me hard.

I fell backward in surprise, shocked at her aggression. She made a low sound of appreciation and hunger as her fingers latched around my cock, pumping me once.

I bowed upward, almost coming from how good her tiny fingers were.

But it was nothing compared to her mouth.

I’d teased her in her office. I’d made her believe I’d force her to do something as intimate as blowing me. I would never have forced her to do something she didn’t want.

But now...fuck, she wanted it.

She wanted me.

She had natural talent, sliding her tongue flat and long along my shaft, sucking hard until blood pressure throbbed in the tip. Her hands drifted low to cup my balls, rolling them gently—pressing at just the right spot to make stars twinkle in my eyes and my belly tighten, ready to explode.

“No. Fuck, I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I pushed her gently. “Not yet anyway.”

Hooking my hands under her arms, I pulled her upward. We both groaned as our nakedness slid over one another. She spread her legs, straddling me, rubbing her wetness over my saliva-damp cock.

Having her so fucking close. Having the heat of her, the knowledge I could be inside her in one quick move made me lose all sense of what creature I was and turned wild.

I wanted to be inside her.

I would make it happen.

Now.

Palming her back, I pushed her forward as my hips rocked backward. The tip of me nudged inside her.

Elle sat up, pushing down, making my eyes snap shut, and my body turn into a weapon ready to fire.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted at the moon, at chocolate, at kisses in the park. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her half way down me. “Wait...condom.”

She arched again, hollowing her back until her breasts stood proudly and in grabbing distance. “I’m on the pill. I brought some condoms with me...just in case you wanted to use—”

I didn’t let her finish. Sitting up, I clutched her nape, dragged her mouth to mine and thrust up.

I thrust so fucking hard, she cried inside my mouth. I embraced her with one arm while my other dropped to fist her breasts.

I impaled her on me, and it was the best thing in the world. My brain short-circuited. I forgot about breathing and prison and court dates. She made me go to battle, putting me under siege as our bodies strained to dominate and claim.

The bed rocked as I speared upward.

I groaned as she sank downward.

Our rhythm perfectly synced right from the start.

Her hips moved forward and back.

Mine shot upward and down.

The combined motion made this the best sexual experience of my entire goddamn life.

Flesh on flesh.

Body on body.

It was physical, but this time, it touched something spiritual, too. Opening my eyes, I latched onto hers. The blue turned black, full of rock pools and tidal waves, making me drown in her.

I hadn’t been a monk while I’d been locked up. I’d serviced myself on regular occasions thanks to memories of that night at my place and the limo ride. But I was about to seriously embarrass myself.

After three months apart, the tremors rippling through me couldn’t be denied any longer. Sexual deprivation only made my senses extra sharp. The scent of her lust. The taste of her kisses. The heat of her pussy.

Fuck me...

I’m gonna come.

Reaching between us, I stroked Elle’s clit.

“Oh, God.” Her entire body rippled with building pressure. Violent shivers hijacked her muscles. She tried to push my hand away, but I pressed harder.

“Oh, oh...” Her face pinched into a grimace, chasing her orgasm just like I fought against mine.

My legs burned with pleasure just waiting to shoot through me. My belly locked. My spine full of electricity.