She does.
"Hands on the wall above you."
She lets out a soft moan as she drags her hands up the tile. Her ass presses against my cock as she shifts into position. Something in her posture changes to make her pliable.
She's offering her body to me.
That's all I can take from her.
It doesn't matter how badly I want more.
I bring my hands to her hips and pull her body onto mine. She shakes as my tip strains against her.
Slowly, I slide inside her.
Fuck, she feels good. Soft. Warm. Mine.
It's complicated. Messy. I can't dive into it. Not with everything swirling around my head.
I let my eyelids press together as I drive into her.
I push my thoughts away until the entire world is our bodies.
I keep one hand around her waist to hold her body against mine. I bring the other between her legs and I stroke her until she's groaning and panting like she feels so good she can't take it.
Fuck. She feels so good I can't take it.
This is something between fucking and making love. Something soft and intimate. Some experience I don't know but want very fucking badly.
I drive into her with slow, steady pumps.
I rub her with slow, steady strokes.
I get lost in the sounds of
her groans and the pleasure spreading through my body.
She rocks her hips. Her ass rubs against my pelvis as she drives me deeper.
I sink my fingers into her hips. Fuck, she feels good.
She rocks harder.
I drive deeper.
Pleasure pushes out every other thought in my head. A few more thrusts and I'm there. My cock pulses as I come inside her.
I groan her name.
I hold her body against mine.
Once I've spilled every drop, I bring her upright and turn her around.
Lacey looks up at me, her brown eyes filled with that beautiful mix of desire and satisfaction.
I pin her to the wall and I kiss her.
My body fills with her affection.