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I roll her onto her, crushing her against the wall and seeking her mouth. I didn’t misread her cues, because as soon as our mouths meet, her lips open eagerly, not wasting a second before her tongue is wrestling with mine and her hands are in my hair, grabbing me so tightly I wince from the pain. I don’t care, I want those hands everywhere. After months of jerking off watching her, watching her naked and languid on her bed, fucking herself with her fingers and toys instead of me. Her kiss becomes desperate. Her teeth nip at my upper lip, her hands pull my head closer until our mouths are consuming each other. Another painful nip from her and I pull my head back, drag my tongue down her neck, inhaling deeply her scent, and resting my mouth by her shoulder, biting her softly to let her know I’m in charge and then sucking hard, marking her.

“I’ve thought of this for months,” I whisper in her ear. “I remember every second of our night together. The way you felt, the sounds you made–all of it. And I remember how it felt, to find your side of the bed empty in the morning. That couldn’t stand, Weaver. No way.” Her face looks calmer now. The tension from before replaced with a deep blush. She’s listening to me, but does she believe me?

Her hands move to my chest, and she’s prying her fingers under the buttons, her fingernails raking against my skin. I open the top two buttons to give her better access and moan into her neck when I feel her nail graze against my nipple, sending shock after shock of pleasure straight to my dick. Our hands collide as I reach into her dress, pulling her tit up and out of her bra cup, squeezing her nipple to see it harden and hearing a hiss escape from between her teeth. We’re all grabbing hands and gnashing teeth and twisting tongues. I grind my hard cock up against her hip, reveling in the friction coupled with her nipple hardening between my fingers. She opens her legs and I step in between, feeling her hot pussy against my thigh, feeling her rubbing herself against me.

I can’t stand feeling her heat between so many layers of clothes, so I reach down, searching for the hem of her dress to gain access to her pussy. I can describe it in detail from hours of watching her on my monitor, but it’s been months since I’ve felt its warmth, its tight grip, and I can’t delay a second longer. My knuckles brush up her inner thigh and she widens her stance. “Yes, yes, yes,” she’s panting as I venture further. Her panties are silky, and I let my fingers lightly dust along the outside, up and down her lips, reaching further below to press into her pussy, feeling the dampness of the silk under my fingertips. She bears down on me and I slip my finger under the fabric, instantly met by a pool of hot juice that practically burns my finger. She’s so wet that when she moves my finger slips right in, up to my second knuckle, and I can’t believe how tight and warm she is. I pulse my finger and watch her, watch the expression on her face transform from frenzy to lustful concentration. Her eyes are locked on mine and half closed until I move my thumb up to her clit, softly moving it from side to side. She’s swollen beneath my finger, and I love imagining her clit growing fuller, her pussy getting wetter as she anticipates my cock, what I know she really wants.

We pull apart when we hear a door open down the alley, but there’s no way I’m done with her. I can’t stop now. I tug her by the wrist making her follow me down the alley, away from the open door, and pulling her into a doorway hidden in shadows. I waste no time and pin her against the door, and this time, I hike up her dress, all the way to her waist because I want to see my fingers on her. Rather than asking permission, I decide to ask for forgiveness, so I tear the panties off her. I bring them to my face and inhale deeply, practically coming in my pants from her overwhelming scent. I’d suspected she was wet when I was dancing with her, and the panties confirm it. I tuck them in my pocket to save for later.

Her hands are on my chest and she looks up at me from under her long eyelashes. We are frozen for a minute, waiting for any sounds or errant people who may walk by. When I’m sure we have the alley to ourselves, I reach down to her pussy again, now stepping back a bit so I can watch my finger run up and down her seam. Her swollen clit is peeking through her lips, and I lick my finger before touching it. She jumps like I’ve sent an electric shock through her. “Fuck Chris,” she hisses. “Nobody’s touched me since that night with you.” So I do it again. With my other hand I bring her tit completely out of her dress and bend down to suck on her dark pink nipple. Her hands rest on my shoulders, her nails dig into my skin and I circle her clit, alternating with pumps inside her dripping pussy. I could do this until she can’t stand anymore. It’s all I’ve thought about for months, and now that I’m here, I’m taking my time.