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could feel her wet, hot sex pressing up against his even through the rough fabric of the pants they still wore. He pressed his lips against hers quickly before sliding down her chest.
    “Oh, god,” she muttered as his tongue found her erect, exposed nipple and began to gently suckle it. His hands were still cupped firmly around her denim clad bottom, and she moaned as he moved to suck on her other nipple. Through hooded eyes, she looked down and realized that she wanted, no, she needed to see his naked body.
    She needed to feel his skin on hers and she didn’t care how out of character this was for her. She silenced the voice in her head telling her how very, very wrong all of this was.
    Instead, she opened her mouth and voiced her desire.
    “Shouldn’t we . . . oh, god . . . shouldn’t we . . . take this . . . to the bedroom?” she asked through desperate pants.
    He looked up at her and smirked fully.
    “So you’re a traditional kind of girl, huh?” he asked playfully.
    “Take me upstairs and find out,” Michelle said with a playful smile of her own. It turned into a gasp as she felt him pick her up once again and she wrapped her legs around him.
    This time, he moved her away from the wall as his mouth desperately moved to hers once again.
    With Chris’s arms firmly encompassing her, she felt herself being carried up a long flight of stairs. The feeling was distant, like it was something she was trying to remember from a dream.
    Indeed, every memory, every thought, everything she had ever known was floating away from her. Chris was all that was left. Chris and his hands, and his lips, and his tongue moving over her. Giving her everything.
    Soon, she felt herself being tossed roughly onto the bed. She opened her eyes and met his. There was a need, a quiet desperation in his eyes, that she was certain matched the desire in hers.
    His eyes told her everything she needed to know. He hadn’t planned for this either, but he needed it. He needed to know her, to feel her, all of her, completely.
    His eyes remained locked on hers as he removed his shirt, his pants, and his boxers quickly. Then, he rushed over to the bed and quickly settled over her.
    “Mmmmm,” she said again as she felt his mouth reattach itself to her breast. He moved to the other to pay it equal homage before moving down to her stomach.
    As his lips moved lower and lower, she imagined his intended goal. A renewed pool of desire flooded to her center as she helped him unbutton her jeans and remove them from her legs.
    Without any obstacles left, he continued on his path nipping and teasing just above where she needed him to be. He licked at her inner thigh as his hands moved to knead her breasts.
    She moaned and thrashed desperately on the bed. She barely stopped herself from grabbing his head and forcing him to move where she wanted him.
    Just when she thought she could stand it no more, she felt his warm tongue thrust out to lick the juices from her center.
    “Oh god, oh god!” she cried out as pleasure ran through her. He continued to feast on her warm, wet flesh as she thrashed and shrieked on the bed.
    Pressure was building inside her. She knew that she would burst at any moment. She was close. So very, very close.
    That was why she let out a cry of protest when his lips moved from her center. The cry turned to one of pleasure however, when he grasped her hips and she felt him thrust inside of her.
    He moved roughly, quickly in and out of her, and she knew that this was wrong. She knew she shouldn’t be here, wet and wanting and writhing on an alcoholic's bed.
    But she didn’t care about that, couldn’t care. Not when he was pounding into her. Not when his strong hands were caressing every inch of her body.
    She was so close again. She could feel the pressure building inside her as he moved his lips to her ear.
    “Come on, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me.”
    With a loud shout, she complied. He followed quickly yelling out to the