He cupped the plum mound of her pussy through her panties.
She swayed again, meeting his touch, her weight centring on his palm.
The heat coming off her made him hard.
“On the bed, on your back.” He squeezed her again before he released her.
She crawled up the bed on her hands and knees.
He forced back a growl. That was hellish sexy.
Laying down on the pillows she stared back at him.
“Good girl,” he commented, and took of his trousers and jockey shorts. She watched as he stripped. Before he took off his jeans, he pulled a condom from his wallet and threw it on the bed beside her. He clasped her ankles as he climbed on the bed after her, drawing them apart so he could dive straight between her legs.
“Panties,” he instructed, reaching for the skimpy barrier and began hauling them down. “Lift your leg.”
She gasped and stared at him in surprise but did as he said, allowing him access to pull them off. “If I’d known you were going to take charge of me so thoroughly I—”
“What? Never would’ve moved into my apartment?” Teasing her was too good.
“Your apartment?” Her gaze dropped to where his fingers were resting on her thighs. Her eyes had dilated and she was looking at his cock, which made him harder still.
“Bra.” He nodded at her. “Off.”
She unhooked it with one hand and it was gone.
She looked positively delicious.
He closed on her, finding his way into her intimate warmth he kissed her at the apex of her thighs. “Mm, hot.”
Wrapping his hands around the top of her legs, he kissed her slit, moving his tongue into the curves of her most sensitive places, tasting her. He was painfully hard, throbbing, but he wanted to explore. Besides, her reactions were too good. While he kissed and licked her clit, she alternated between rolling her head against the pillows, eyes closed, face flushed, and peeking down at him for under lowered eyelids. When he changed direction and eased one finger inside her, her hips lifted from the bed, her body undulating.
Observing her was a reward in itself, and this intimacy she was allowing him— it made his blood roar. When he coaxed her some more, she moaned and clutched at his head, and he increased his actions. Her body shuddered and she cried out. Triumphantly, he lifted his head and watched her face. She was one hot lady, and he wanted to be inside her when she reached orgasm again.
He had to squeeze his cock in one hand, because it pounded so heavily.
“Please, Draco, please.”
The urge to be inside her took over. Lifting her legs further apart with his hands under her knees, he climbed over her. She arched up from the bed to make contact. When he kissed her, they melded at every point.
He took a deep breath to stop rushing, reached for the condom packet and opened it. Her eyes shone as she watched him roll on the rubber. When he resumed his position her hands ran over his hips possessively, her nails scratching over his buttocks. The sensation made him groan, he was having the hardest time pacing himself, and he wanted to make it last. He wanted to see her moaning with pleasure while he was inside her, before he gave in too.
“Take it easy, Sweetheart, or I’ll make a fool of myself.”
She looked startled. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I want to make it last, is all.”
“Okay,” she said, but sounded unsure. She wanted to come. She wanted him to make her.
Grinning, he cupped her breast. The nipple was hard as a diamond. He ducked his head and chaffed it with his teeth.
She moaned, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. She was so sensitive. His cock jerked. He almost came immediately when he eased inside and felt the firm, moist grip of her body on his. She was so slippery, and she gripped him, stealing his breath away.
“Yes, oh yes…” As he drove his full length into her, she cried out with pleasure. The relief in her expression mirrored his. She wanted this as much as he did. The knowledge let him loose.
He rose up onto his arms, fully owning the lust that roared inside him.