When We Kiss

“I want you to ride my big dick until you’re screaming my name. Then I want to bend you over that desk and fuck you from behind until your knees give out.”

“Holy shit,” she whispers, slipping her hand between her legs.

The condom’s on, and I grip her waist, lifting her and positioning it at her core before letting her drop, sheathing me hot and wet.

“Oh, yeah,” I groan, leaning back to watch.

She leans forward, lifting her ass up and down, bouncing on my cock as her hand massages her clit. “Oh, she gasps… it’s so big.”

She’s so tight, and I slide my hand over her round backside. I want to slap it, leave my mark… Instead, I grip her hips, moving her faster, trying not to blow. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Catching the hem of her shirt, I lift it higher. She quickly jerks it over her head, and the pencil falls. I get a quick peek at a tiny mermaid tattoo on her shoulder blade before long, dark curls cascade down, covering it.

Pulling off my own shirt, I lean forward, kissing a line up the center of her back, reaching around to squeeze and pinch her nipples.

“Yes,” she whimpers when I bite the side of her neck, moving my lips into her hair. “Keep doing that… keep… Oh!”

I feel the moment she breaks, shuddering and squeezing my cock deep inside her body.

It’s time.

Holding her waist, I lift us to standing, pushing her forward onto her hands. Our thighs are flush, and gripping her hips, I jerk her ass against my pelvis while I thrust hard and fast, chasing my own orgasm.

Tabby’s legs wobble, her feet stagger further apart, and she moans my name. It’s the fucking best thing I’ve ever heard.

“I’m so close,” I groan. “You feel so good.”

The desk bangs against the wall, lifting off the floor with the force of my thrusts. I’d be worried, but Tabby cries out, “That’s it! Don’t stop… Oh—” Her knees actually give out, as she collapses forward with a loud wail.

She comes so hard, my own orgasm breaks. It snakes up my legs like electricity, tingling in my balls, in my pelvis, blanking my mind. My eyes squeeze shut, and I have to hold steady or we might both go down.

The sensation is intense, mind-altering.

With every pulse, I groan, deep and low.

Tabby pushes off the desk, arching her back against my bare chest. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her, pressing my forehead against her neck, still buried deep in her warm body.

She lifts a hand, threading her fingers in the side of my hair. “I think you broke me.”

“You’re not broken.” I lift my head to kiss her neck. “You’re mine.”

“Hmm…” She exhales softly, her fingers still moving in my hair.

It was a risk saying it, but she doesn’t pull away. I reach down and hold the condom as I pull out, tying it off and disposing of it in the small trash by her desk. I’ll take care of that tomorrow.

Stepping out of my jeans, I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. Her cheek is against my shoulder, and her hand is on my neck, her thumb tracing my jaw.

“Want to spend the night?” she asks softly.

“I’m one step ahead of you.”

Fifteen

Tabby

When I open my eyes again, it’s dark. Two strong arms and the clean, masculine scent of Chad Tucker surround me, and I’m sweating. He generates heat like an oven.

Wiggling forward carefully, I scoot to the other side of the bed where it’s cooler. Then I turn and study his profile asleep with the moonlight streaming across his skin.