He cupped my face and kissed me, pressing his hips right against me. The kiss was deep and hungry, and as desire throbbed through my veins, I reached between us and undid the button of his jeans.
He was right.
I wanted him.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
I shoved his jeans down over his ass. He laughed against my lips as the jeans fell down to his feet. He stepped out of them and kicked them away the same way I’d done with my shorts.
With both of us in our underwear, this was the point of no return.
Fuck it.
I cupped his hard cock. My fingers brushed over his balls, and he jerked his hips into my hand. He basically pushed my hand away from him and trailed his fingertips up the inside of my thigh.
I shivered.
His fingers got closer and closer to my aching clit. I clenched, squeezing my thighs together, but with one swift movement, he slipped his fingers between my legs and brushed the pad of his thumb over my lacy thong.
Another shiver ran through me.
I took a deep breath as he toyed with the material.
“Open your legs,” he murmured, slipping my panties to the side.
I obeyed. Shuffled my feet a couple inches apart, although what I really wanted to do was clamp my legs shut.
He peered down, brushing the backs of his fingers across the mound of skin above my clit. Then, slowly, carefully, he ran one finger across my pussy.
I gasped, flinching at the contact.
“You’re so wet.” He dipped his head, kissing my neck, his finger just pushing inside me. “And you were going to leave.” Another finger joined the first inside me. Slowly, he moved his hand, his fingers pumping in and out of my wetness.
I arched my back, eyes closed.
He gripped my chin, pulling my head back down. “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you come.”
I couldn’t speak. But, I did as he said. Opened my eyes and met his gaze as he worked his fingers inside me.
He pulled them out, moving now to my clit. I ached so bad, and never mind that staring into his eyes while he circled his fingertips over my clit was the most awkward thing I think I’d ever done, I wanted to come.
I needed to come.
I was turned on beyond belief.
Never had I wanted something—someone—as much as I wanted this. Brantley.
I clenched and clenched as he rubbed my clit. My legs shook, and he wrapped an arm around my waist as if he knew they were ready to give out. I pressed further and further against the wall, as if I could sink into it.
Tiny moans escaped me, mingling with his harsh, heavy breaths. It was the only sound, and it took everything I had to stay as quiet as I was.
“Come,” he whispered, lips close to mine. “Come, and I’ll fuck you.”
I held on for all of thirty seconds before I gave in.
The orgasm flooded through me with a sweetness I didn’t know possible. Every part of my body was touched by it, from the hairs on the back of my neck to my aching thigh muscles. It felt so fucking good—I was both exhausted and exhilarated by it.
He held me for a moment, then he kissed me and released me. “Give me a minute. Take off the rest of your clothes while I’m gone.”
I did a double-take. “Where are you going?”
He motioned to his cock. “To get a condom.”
“Oh. I, um.” What was I doing? I’d never had sex without a condom. “You don’t…I mean…”
Spit it out, Kali.
Awkwardly, I held up my arm and pointed to the tiny scar where my contraceptive implant was. “I’m good,” I finally said. “And…I mean, I trust you.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You don’t want me to wear a condom?”
“If you want to. I’m not stopping you. I’m just saying. I’m good.”
“You’re so awkward.” He came back to me, cupping my face. He kissed me deeply, then hooked two fingers in the sides of my thong and pushed it down my legs.
By the time I’d stepped out of them, I’d unhooked my bra and taken it off, too.
He kicked it to the side and kissed me. Deeper…harder…more desperately than before. With one hand on the back of my neck, he fidgeted. Dropped both hands. Grabbed my legs—
Heaved me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His now-free cock brushed against my wet pussy, and I circled my arms around his neck as he grabbed my ass, using the wall as leverage.
He reached down and positioned himself to enter me. In one slow, easy thrust, he did just that.
I half-moaned, half-gasped.
God, he felt so good inside me.
Both hands now on my ass and gripping it so tight it bordered on painful, he moved, in and out, and soon enough, I adjusted to him, and it was easy.