Until my hands sank into her ass, dragging her up off her feet, wrapping her legs around my back. Her legs folded, gave her just enough leverage to rise up and sink back down, grinding hard against my cock.
Impatient, I turned, striding back to the bed, lowering her down on it, ripping off her top, laying her flat, working her pants down her legs.
She pushed to sit back up, her hands going to my button and fly, working them free, frantically dragging my pants and boxer briefs down my legs, sucking my cock into her mouth, her lips tight and hungry, working me until I felt like I was about to lose control, shoot it down her throat when I hadn't been able to get what I had been thinking about almost nonstop since I left the loft.
My hands landed on her shoulders, pushing back hard, making her fall back with a surprised giggle before my hands grabbed her hips, lifting, flipping, dropping her onto her stomach on the mattress.
She pushed up onto her knees, keeping her forearms and back low, her light pink lace covered pantied ass up high.
"Perfect fucking view," I told her, hand squeezing one of the cheeks for a second before my fingers trailed downward, meeting the wet swatch of fabric between her thighs, sliding my finger between her lips, smiling a bit when her thighs quivered at the sensation of her panties rubbing across her.
My finger circled her for a long minute, the sounds of her low moans making it hard to think past the need coursing through me.
My fingers slid down, press, press, pressing until they managed to slip slightly inside her, panties and all, making a low, choked sound escape her lips, muffled a bit by the sheets she was burying her face in.
"No, mami," I said, my free hand moving up to sink into the hair at the base of her scalp, twisting, pulling until she was arched upward. "I want to hear," I told her as my fingers slipped in the side of the panties, thrusting inside her, tapping up against the top wall then pausing. Her hips and ass wiggled, wanting more of the sensation. But my fingers stayed stubbornly still until I heard what I was dying to hear.
Begging.
"Please, Roderick," she whimpered.
My hand left her hair, grabbing her panties, dragging them down over her perfect ass, giving me the access I needed as I dropped to my knees, sucking her clit into my mouth as my fingers started working her - hard, fast, relentless, not giving her body a second to have the orgasm drift away before it slammed roughly through her system, hard enough to make her pussy shake with it as I kept sucking, thrusting, milking it for all it was worth.
"Fuck," I growled, leaning down to grab my wallet out of my pants, fetching the condom, making short work of protecting us before sliding my cock up and down her cleft, giving her a second to let the desire start to claw at her system again.
My cock slammed inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me, pull me deeper, demand more.
And if more was what she wanted, more was what she was going to get.
My hands sank into her hips, dragging her up and off her feet, giving me complete control, fucking her slow and hard at first, loving the sound of her surprised gasp each time I took her as deep as her body would allow.
But as her walls clenched tighter, getting closer, my own self control slipped away, dropping her knees back down on the bed, my hand slipping between her thighs to work her clit, getting her desire all over my fingers before pulling my hand back, sinking my finger into her ass, almost coming the second she cried out, begged for more.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, fingers clawing at the comforter, ass slamming back into me, demanding harder, faster, more, everything.
My other hand slipped between her thighs again, pressing into her clit as my hips thrust forward, as my thumb did too.
And she fucking shattered around me, breaking me apart with her, both of us collapsing forward onto the bed, boneless, gasping for breath, searching for some kind of control over our own bodies again.
I don't know how long we stayed that way, recovering. It seemed like my body took three times as long to come back down, put itself back together as usual before I slowly lifted up, pulling out of her, giving her ass a little squeeze before moving off into the bathroom, dealing with the condom, washing up, and coming back out to find her still in the same position.
Her breathing was even, she just couldn't seem to find the muscle control to lift herself up, slide up the bed, slip under the covers.