She nods up and down, breathing lightly against my neck.
“I’m a good girl, remember?”
She winks and throws her arms around my neck. Her mouth forms around mine, and she bites, dragging my lip back. The sting is short lasting, but pleasurable. It draws me into her.
My hands wrap around her waist as her ass drags against my shaft.
“Put it inside me,” she says. “I want to feel you.”
I reach under and slide inside. Her warmth takes hold. When I get one taste, I need more. I kiss at her collarbone, dragging my teeth across her flesh. I grab both breasts and stuff my face into her cleavage, sighing with absolute satisfaction.
As she eases back on my cock, I kiss her soft stomach. With both breasts in my hand, I shudder.
“I wanted you in that elevator earlier,” I whisper, “but this is well worth the wait.”
“It better be,” she says, placing her hands across my chest, flat and firm.
She bounces her lower half, up and down, ass rolling against the tops of my thighs as my cock penetrates deeper.
Her breath quickens as I grab her long hair and twist it tight. We’re face to face. No kissing. No talking. We just breathe and stare as the sounds of our fuck echo throughout the room.
Hushed, we thrust in opposite directions, so animalistic and primal it should be posted on the National Geographic website.
When she comes, it’s sustained. She claws at the leather couch to get a grip on where she is. Her voice beckons across the living room, that heart wrenching sound a woman makes when she has an orgasm.
Ass up, pussy stuffed with cock, she squeals. Standing from the couch, I grab her, draping her trembling body across my arms. I hit my arm against a button on my wall, and the glass doors to my back-porch slide open automatically.
There’s a deck and two chairs facing toward a beautiful view of downtown.
I grin and breathe. “I want to fuck you in this chair,” I say.
I set her down and watch her stumble to the chair, straddling it so her ass and pussy are on full display.
“Like this?” she asks.
She pouts her lips. Her eyes are deviant and aware of the situation. She knows exactly what I want and need.
“More.”
She drags her ass back, and I reach out my hand to run a finger down her spine. I stop at the top of her ass, and I bend forward. One more taste to get me going again. Fuel for the fire to make this last forever.
Rising, I mount and hold both hips. Through firm resolution, I bury my cock and moan. “Fuck. You make me want to come, baby.”
“So soon?” she taunts me.
“You kill me.”
Cupping her breasts, thrusting slowly, I feel something real come between us. Not just lust. Not quite love. But something dramatic.
I’m going to lose myself inside her. She knows it. I know it. And she doesn’t care. I’m as deep as I can go, bottoming out, muscles stiff.
I can’t keep holding back forever. I drive and let go. I’m gone. I’m so fucking gone.
I shiver and let it all out.
My cum shoots in harsh waves, spraying the inside of her pussy. I pull out, still going, coating her face so that all of her lips are dripping onto the deck.
I stagger back, shivering. Unable to get a grip, I stare at her in wonder.