Wrong for Me

26|cakes and croissants

"Oh my gosh," she moaned as I felt her tighten around my fingers once they slid back in, close to reaching her climax.

Before she could get there, I pulled into the driveway and removed my fingers despite her protesting. When the car was off, I didn't hesitate to press my lips back to hers as I leaned over the console, giving her something despite not letting her reach her climax.

When we had had enough, we stumbled into the house practically tied to one another's hip, glad that Lauren and Khalil hadn't come back yet. As we entered the living room, I felt as she leaned up and pressed kisses to my neck as she pulled me down onto the couch with her. I gently pushed her down so that her back was rested against the cushions as I hovered over her, relentlessly letting my hands roam her body that was on display for me.

She smiled against my lips when my hand settled on her breast, softly massaging it in my hand before doing the same with the other. In turn, I felt her rub me over my pants, making me notice that I was harder than I had thought.

"Dante...I need you," she whispered against my lips when I had pulled away from her, our foreheads pressed to one another's.

"Patience is a virtue," I reminded her, using her own phrase against her. When she rolled her eyes in protest and scoffed, I brought my hand up to her neck and squeezed. "Don't forget how this works, Naomi. That attitude of yours isn't going to work."

She bit down on her bottom lip to hide a smile, but complied nonetheless when she replied with, "Okay. I'm sorry."

With my lips back on hers, I didn't hesitate to instead focus on pulling her skirt down her legs, her panties already long gone. In turn, she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it down my arms slowly before dropping it to the floor beside us. My kisses then trailed down to her chest, covering her cleavage that was practically bursting out of the revealing top she had worn.

We both stripped out of our clothes and she didn't hesitate to reach out and grab my length, stroking me a bit before licking up my entire shaft. When she wrapped her lips around me and didn't hesitate to take it all, I couldn't help but to let out a deep groan.

"You like that?" She questioned with a smirk once she pulled back.

Instead of responding, I simply grabbed the back of her head and pushed her back down, holding her there until she gagged. She stared up at me as I thrust into her mouth, throwing my head back and groaning as she sucked.

"Just like that, Naomi," I encouraged her as she stared up into my eyes, letting me take complete control.

As soon as I pulled out of her mouth, I had her thrown back against the couch and was back to hovering over her. As best as I could, I pushed last night's conversation out of my mind, but I couldn't help but to wonder what Naomi was thinking about in this moment? Was her past on her mind? Was she troubled by the memories?

She answered my questions when she pulled me down to her lips as she stroked me and inched me closer to her entrance.

"You just don't listen, do you?" I chuckled, my hand back on her neck and tightening, which only made her buck her hips.

"I just need you."

I didn't hesitate to slam into her, watching with pleasure as she gasped and arched her back severely off the couch.

"Fuck," she moaned out as I began pounding into her relentlessly, going hard but not fast—just how she liked it. "You feel so good."

When she reached out to grab onto my forearms, I instead took her wrists in my hand and pinned them to the arm wrest of the couch. This had her grinning in between her loud moans.