Midnight Lips | Ghost

𝐂𝐇. 44

I straightened. Now I was hovering closer and her head was thrown back so she would be able to meet my eyes. She was panting. Her eyes were almost dark, drowned in lust. Her clenching thighs told me that if thrusted a finger in her pussy, I would find her wet and ready for me. I didn't know if she was aware that she was biting that bottom lip of hers, which teased the fuck out of me. Once again, an unexpected wave of need to kiss her gripped me. I shook it away.

I touched her waist and could feel the way she instantly melted at my touch. "Tell me how you feel," I said, panting like a desperate dog already. I couldn't fucking help it. Whatever happened out there, whatever happened now, her body and her mind, her lips and—the list was long—they all had turned me on so badly that I couldn't wait any longer. But I had to make sure she was well enough to take me.

"I want you, Simon," she said. I didn't mistake how much she actually did through her eyes. Still, I searched them for any sign of discomfort, for any sign of dizziness, or something that would tell me it wasn't time yet. But nothing like that gave away. In fact, she looked lucid. She looked just like before. Val looked like she had never even gotten a concussion in the first place.

I gripped her thighs and lifted her, hooking her legs around my waist. "Lightheaded?" I asked anyway, making our way toward Alejandro's desk.

"No," she responded.

"Any sign of dizziness?"

"No."

"Headache?"

"God, Simon, if you don't fuck me right now I swear I'll never forgive you."

My cock twitched, but I ignored him. "I just don't want to put you in danger, baby." And I rather put my own life down before I do.

She sighed, unhappily, her forehead falling on mine. "I feel fine, Simon, so fine I might die if you don't do something about it."

I placed her down on the desk and stepped between her legs. "You feel anything not normal, you tell me and I stop. Okay?"

"Okay."

Taking her neck in a loose grip, I lifted her chin and breathed her scent in. Even though I bet she didn't have her perfume in this house, she still had that scent that was only hers. Feminine, flowers, midnight, Valentina.

I traced her pulse point, feeling it throb under my thumb. I wanted to nibble the skin there, suck and bite until she writhes and her flesh is marked by me. But my muffled breath was enough to have her exactly like that. Her body trembled and her fingers shook as she gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it up.

I let her take it off me. Her body gave another shudder and she apparently couldn't help herself, running her hands everywhere on my body. "You don't get to hug another woman either," she said, an edge to her voice. The fog in her eyes cleared a little bit and turned into something hard. "As long as you're with me."

"Mmm." Jealousy. Fuck, this woman. She didn't know what she did to me. She could ask for anything and I was certain I would get it for her. No matter how impossible it was, I'd make it fucking possible. I only had eyes for her and she didn't even know how wrapped around her finger I was; wasn't even aware I wasn't trying to free myself. "Anything for you, baby, anything you want."

"Now, please. Fuck. Me."

I threw everything on the desk to the side and it all crashed down on the floor. They were Alejandro's stuff, but who the fuck cared? I pushed Valentina back flat against the surface and pinned her wrists to each side of her head, making sure I was extra careful with her broken one. And then I couldn't help it anymore because they were teasing the hell out of me, (through the mask) I opened my lips and took her nipple into my mouth, tugging gently though I knew because of the cloth, it felt rough on her.

She choked on a gasp, her spine arching so I could suck more into my mouth and harder. I knew it wouldn't be the same if the mask wasn't in the way—that I could take more of her boob into my mouth—but this was all I got and it was enough, because seeing her this way was enough. I took her other nipple and did the same, my hands marking the familiar path of her perfect curves. "Simon, please."

I decided I wouldn't tease her any longer. She didn't deserve it for now. I pushed a finger between her folds to make sure she was ready and she didn't disappoint. Val never did. Another point that was added to the list of the things about Val that drove me off the rails.

I pulled back and undid my jeans, never taking my eyes off of her pretty cunt. Her legs opened further for me, showing me more. The hissing of the zipper had Valentina clenching her pussy, and the sight was too much I shoved myself into her with one hard thrust that had us both groaning.

I fucking missed this. The feel of her tight heat squeezing the hell out of me. The feel of her body writhing under me, moans growing louder and louder I had to put a hand over her mouth to muffle the sweet sounds. It had been only five days since I was this deep, but might as well have been more.

I fucked her with long and strong thrusts, savoring every inch I slid in and out of her. Her tits bounced up and down and I couldn't seem to look away as I played with them. They fit my hands so perfectly it made me believe they were created for me. Every curve of Valentina's body fit my palms as if she was made for me to touch only, and for now, I held onto that thought because it made me feel more.

I was getting addicted to these feelings.

I covered her body with mine. My face hovered over hers so close I could feel her shallow breathing as she struggled to keep her little moans down. The desk jerked from its position, and just then I realized we were almost touching the wall opposite from where the desk once sat. I gripped the edge right next to her head so it wouldn't move anymore, and that brought us closer.

Her cunt started gripping me tighter, so fucking tight, her moans turned into tiny gasps and I knew she was close. The sensations were too much, traveling from the base of my neck to the tip of my toes. I was hitting so deep and it wasn't fucking enough, I wanted more and more and more and more of Valentina. I wanted to claim her in every way possible until the only thing she remembered was my name.

And then she bit her lip to stop her cry, and I understood, because this urge—this need that crept under my skin and squeezed me so fucking hard it knocked the air out of my lungs —to kiss her, to be the one biting that lip until her moans are swallowed by me and not herself were almost too much. Jesus, just the thought of it was enough to trip me over the edge.

Her hand sneaked to the back of my head searching for something to hold onto, and I didn't care that she was grasping my mask to the point she was very close to pulling it over, because all I could focus was on the fact that I really needed to kiss her or else this will be the end of me.

Her body—legs especially—trembled. Val let go of her lip and gasped too loudly, "Oh, God, Simon—" She buried her head in my neck and bit my skin as she came all over my cock. The feel of her wet and warm mouth on me was enough to believe it would feel the same if it was on my mouth instead, and I came so hard my vision turned blank for a split second.

Oh fucking God, help me.
Valentina was indeed going to kill me.

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