Quickie

He spins me around, undoing the zipper of my dress and letting it fall to the ground. His hands skim my waist, and pull me back against his chest. I’m tiny compared to him. Even in my high heels. His cock is hard against my ass, and now I can feel just how big he is in a way I couldn’t before. His hands rise to cup my breasts, and he squeezes them, making me moan.

My bra joins the rest of our clothing in a heap on the floor as he turns me back around. “You’re perfect.” I’m still blushing as he scoops me up and places me on the bed. His mouth is on my stomach, tasting my skin, and it makes me imagine his mouth and his tongue exploring other places. How I would come apart if he would just move a little bit lower. Taste me.

Will’s fingers catch the sides of my panties and pull them off slowly, devouring every inch of me with his eyes as I’m finally naked in front of him. Holding my underwear in his hand, he raises them to his nose and inhales deeply. The groan he makes is both mortifying and arousing. The blush that runs through me feels like it turns my whole body red with embarrassment, yet somehow, I’m even more turned on. “I would bottle this scent if I could,” he says, tucking my panties into his pocket. “Nothing in the world smells the way a woman does when she’s wet for you.”

His words and the raw tone of his voice unlock even more of my desire, and I’m rubbing my legs together, trying to hide it and feel it all at once. I move to kick off my high heels, but Will catches my ankle. “Leave them on. I love high heels, and I want to feel these digging into my back by the time we’re finished.”

I barely have time to absorb his words as he pushes my legs apart and devours me whole. I don’t remember where I am or who I am, nothing but the pleasure of his mouth on me as I come apart. I was so ready that all it took was a touch and I’m coming, gushing into his mouth and begging for more as he drinks me in. I don’t stop coming either. Wave after wave takes my body and my mind further from the room until I’m gasping.

The soft clinking of metal brings me back, and I look down the bed to see Will undoing his belt, pushing down his pants. My eyes follow the lines of his chest down lower. Nothing about him seems like it can be real—hard and perfect. I’ve had so many orgasms that I must be imagining his cock, right? He retrieves a condom from his discarded pants and rolls it on, and no, I’m not imagining it.

He climbs onto the bed with me, and slides up my body, the feeling of his skin on mine the perfect heat. I open my legs as he settles between them, slipping inside me as if he belongs there. I feel stretched in the best possible way. I look up at him just as he pulls back to look at me, and there’s something on his face that I can’t quite describe. Maybe I’m imagining things. I am hopelessly drunk, and I love it.

Will starts to move. Not the pounding thrust that I’m expecting, instead a slow, grinding wave. The pressure builds in my pussy and behind my clit until I can’t take it anymore. I lift my hips to meet his, I pull him closer with my legs, and finally I ask. “Please.”

“Please what?” There’s a wicked smile on his face.

“Please more.”

He leans down and brushes his lips across mine, the brief flash of tongue adding a burst of fire straight down my spine and into my clit. “More, I can do.” The next thrust is deep and hard, and I see stars. He doesn’t stop now, his rhythm fast and sure, plunging deeper until it becomes hard to tell where we separate. The friction between us is like magic and it’s only minutes before I’m teetering on the edge again, ready to fly over. I try to move my hands, to pull him even closer, but they’re still trapped in his and I have the sensation of being completely surrounded by him. It’s overwhelming.

Really the last person I want to think about in the moment is Wyatt, but it’s only a flash. How he never compared to this. The next thrust evaporates Wyatt from my mind, and the next sends me tumbling into an orgasm so good that I scream, back arching up into Will as the pleasure ripples outward, driving through my body with the force of a train. Every nerve in my body is drenched with it, is shaking with it, is overwhelmed with it. And then I’m limp and panting underneath Will, him still and hard and ready inside me.