She whispers my name again almost chanting it in tune with her breathing. “Tonight, let me have tonight. I don’t want to ask you for anything more.”
One night.
That’s all she wants.
A night to remember, an unforgettable moment that will stay with her forever and follow her to London.
Or maybe, a night to make her stay here with me.
There are so many words left, so much more that needs to be said, but for now, our words lie here mute.
I tilt my head and bend just enough that my lips graze hers. They’re soft and taste like Fanta. Our lips move in sync with each other, holding back slightly while our bodies move closer until they’re touching. With her tits pressed against my chest, I distract myself from my raging hard-on that she’s giving me from a simple kiss. A kiss with no tongue.
My hand slides to her back sneaking in underneath her tank and gliding along her delicate skin. I can feel the heat bouncing off her. It follows with goosebumps as my hands move further up until I’m cupping the back of her neck. It allows me to move her closer and angle her head, so our mouths are positioned perfectly enabling me to slide my tongue inside gently and without too much force.
Her soft moans melt within our kiss, and as her lips press harder, her body shifts as she climbs on top and straddles me.
Fuck. Don’t lose control now. It’s too early.
Pulling away and allowing the air to flow between us, she sits up and watches me. In the darkness, with barely any light, I can still see her. All of her. Inside and out.
I concentrate on her face—the lust, desire, and bite of the lip that’s driving me insane. Does she know what she’s doing to me? Just this one stare, how animalistic and dangerous this could get. All sense of control is disabled. I’m drowning without a life jacket to save me.
Her hands move to the bottom of her tank as she slides it up and pulls it over her head.
She’s wearing no bra.
Fuck. She’s not wearing a bra.
I’m mesmerized by the sight of her tits. They’re so full, delicately round, and perky. My mouth is gravitating toward them, and the second my lips touch her erect nipples, she moans out loud burying them in my face.
I want to lose myself in them rubbing my cock against her with more force, the pleasure consuming all of me. How could this sexy woman be living in the room next door to me for four years? To think of the number of times I could have taken her, buried myself deep inside her while we both screamed in delight.
My hands lace around her back moving her with ease and positioning myself on top of her body. Pinned to my bed, I don’t hold back pulling her shorts down until she’s bare underneath me.
She’s a fucking goddess. I want to worship every inch of her, but my body has different ideas. It wants to take her here and now. No more holding back, ignoring the foreplay. I need her whole. I’m fucking selfish, I know. I want to fuck her.
The frenzy within me doesn’t allow her time to get comfortable, finding its way inside her until I’m all in, and she moans loudly arching her back into the mattress.
She murmurs my name, and I follow her lead. Thrusting harder, losing myself completely to her whims. Biting my lip hard, I’m struggling to hold back wanting her to reach a breaking point until she can no longer take it and explode all over me.
“Drew, wait.” She stops me, catching her breath. “We need protection.”
I’ve completely forgotten.
I have never forgotten in my life.
After the lecture I gave her, it would be hypocritical of me to continue on bareback.
But she feels like fucking heaven—soft, wet, and tight. So nice and fucking tight.
I lean over to my nightstand opening the drawer and grabbing a spare condom I have lying around. Removing myself from inside her, I quickly put it on and resume position not wanting any more time to pass, scared she will change her mind at any moment.
This time, I’m going in guns blazing giving my body full control to do whatever it pleases. Her moans become louder, sweet, beautiful music to my ears as I bury myself deeper inside. Picking up the speed, I listen to her body from the way she’s arching her back to her tight grip on my forearms. I want to hear her say it. I need her to say it.
“Drew…” she moans, moving her arms around to my back and digging her nails deep into my skin.
The pain is mixed with pleasure, and with one violent thrust, she releases a deep grunt as her pussy contracts around my cock. Every inch of my skin is tingling, and not even a minute later, I follow in delight. Throwing my head into the crook of her neck and releasing myself into her.