She tugs at my tie, pulling me closer. I press my lips into hers. Her tongue plunges into my mouth. She needs this now. No more teasing.
I dig my hands into the waistband of her boxers and slide them to her feet. She's wearing pink panties, soft cotton things that look divine against her skin. This is my Alyssa, in, well, out of her pajamas. No pretenses.
Nothing but desperate need.
She unknots my tie and tosses it aside. Her eyes are on me. She looks me over slowly, her eyes filling with more and more need.
"You're wearing so many clothes." Her voice is heavy, strained.
I slide her panties to her knees. She squirms as she kicks them off.
Her eyes find mine. She tugs at my collar, working her way to my buttons. She undoes the first, then looks at the rest of my shirt like it's an impossible challenge.
"How the hell do you wear this thing every day?" She shakes her head and undoes the next button. Then the next. The next.
Her eyes go wide as she pushes the shirt off her shoulders. She drags her fingertips over my shoulders and chest. Another button. Another button. Then the last.
I shrug the shirt off. She slides her fingertips down my stomach, her teeth sinking into her lip. Her eyes stay on mine as she unbuckles my belt, unzips my slacks, and pushes them off my ass.
"Still too many clothes," she says.
She groans as she traces the waistband of my boxers. She stops at my front, her hand inches away from my cock.
Her lips curl into a smile. She slips her hands into my boxers, sliding her fingers over my tip.
Damn. Warmth rushes through my body.
She grips me firmly and strokes me, her eyes still on mine. I groan. No more waiting. I need to be inside of her and quickly.
"Ally..."
She moves her hands back to my waistband and slides my boxers off.
"Mmm," she groans. "That's much better."
I run my fingertips over her hips, down her thighs, to the back of her knees. I stand and I lift her legs, pushing her onto the bed so she's flat on her back.
She shakes, and I pull her legs apart.
"Luke..." She throws her head back, her teeth sinking into her lip.
I shift closer, until my tip is straining against her. She gasps and digs her hands into the sheets.
I slide inside her. Yes. Hell yes. She's so warm and wet, and it feels so right, like I'm home.
Her eyes go wide, then flutter closed. She arches into me, tugging harder at the sheets. I wrap my hands against her ankles and hold them to my chest. She's all mine now, and she's entirely at my mercy.
And she feels so damn good.
I thrust into her, keeping her pinned. Her body is shaking. Her lips part and a tiny groan escapes. I need more of that noise. I need her screaming.
I thrust into her with long, slow strokes. I can feel every inch of her around me. Pleasure pools inside me. Nothing matters but this, but us.
Her breath is heavy. Another low groan escapes her lips. I dig my nails into her ankles and thrust. Harder and deeper, until her groan is louder, lower. Until she's panting.
Alyssa's face is contorted in pleasure. Her eyelids are heavy. Her lips are pressed together. She digs her hands into the sheets again. Moans again.
It's the best thing I've ever seen.