It's fucking weird. But right too.
I unzip her jeans and push them off her hips.
She shimmies out of them. Kicks them off her feet. Takes my hand and leads me to the couch.
I don't waste any time.
I pull a condom from my back pocket, do away with my jeans, and plant on the couch.
She looks down at me with hungry eyes. Like she wants to consume me. Like she wants every inch of me.
No. Like she needs every inch of me.
She slips onto the couch, her knees around my thighs, her body above mine.
Her eyes lock with mine as she wraps her fingers around my wrist and brings my hand to her chest.
I toy with her nipple with my thumb.
Her eyelids flutter closed. A groan falls off her lips. She's falling into that perfect trance. Where she's in a world of bliss and pleasure and nothing else.
She's already wet, but I warm her up anyway. My thumb goes to her clit. My index finger goes to her cunt.
She gasps as I slip a finger inside her. I watch pleasure spill over her expression as I push it deeper.
She brings her other hand to my cock. Wraps her fingers around me and pumps me with a steady stroke.
Fuck.
My thoughts scatter. The world fades away. Until she's the only thing I can see, touch, taste, feel.
She pumps me with steady strokes.
I drive my fingers into her.
The way she groans my name is ecstasy. But it's not enough. I need to be inside her.
I tear the condom wrapper open.
She stares down at me, watching as I slide the condom on.
Then her eyes are on mine.
They're wide with bliss, need, affection.
They're promising the world.
I want to take it from her. And to give it to her.
I want everything for her.
My hands go to her hips.
She stares into my eyes as I bring her body onto mine.
My tip strains against her.
Then it's one sweet inch at a time.