Pushing the skirt of her dress up, he palmed her pussy and groaned when he found her without any panties on.
“I couldn’t wear any,” she said. “It would have ruined the dress.”
He didn’t care how it would have ruined the dress. Sliding a finger between her slit, he touched her clit, and watched her cry out, breaking from their kiss.
She leaned back, and he watched her tits shake as he teased her clit. Moving his finger down to her entrance, he pushed inside her, feeling her walls tighten around him.
“You’re so tight, and so wet. Do you want my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
She didn’t hesitate.
Pulling his finger from her cunt, he pinched her clit. At the same time, Lori sat up, attacking his belt. The moment he was free, she wrapped her fingers around his length, and they both groaned.
He wasn’t anywhere near done though. Pulling his finger from her pussy, he knelt down and stared at her pretty cunt. She had a light dusting of hair covering her mound, which he didn’t mind at all.
Dawg didn’t like it when women shaved or waxed it all off. He liked to feel he was fucking a woman, not a porn star or a child.
Spreading her lips open, he loved the look of her pussy. Touching his tongue to her clit, he began to lick and suck at her.
He loved the taste of her as he sucked her clit into his mouth hard.
Dawg released her, gliding his tongue down to her pussy to plunge inside, fucking her.
She cried out his name, begging for more.
It wasn’t enough.
Standing up, he licked his lips and pulled her to the edge of the counter. There would be time for long and slow later. Right now, he needed to be inside her.
Running the tip of his cock, which leaked pre-cum, across her slit, he bumped her clit.
“Watch us, Lori. Watch as I fuck you.” He stayed poised at her entrance, pressing just the tip within her before his gaze returned to hers.
She wasn’t looking at where they were joined. Her gaze was on him.
He thrust inside her, filling her to the hilt, and they both cried out as she took him deeply.
He felt every single pulse and ripple of her pussy as she clutched him.
From the angle that she was lying, he was able to touch her clit, and as he was deeply inside her, he fingered her pussy.
With each stroke of his finger across her clit, her cunt tightened around him and he closed his eyes, basking in the pleasure as she pulsed around him. He was close to blowing, but he was determined to feel her come first.
She screamed his name a second before her orgasm hit, and when it did, to him, it was a thing of beauty. She came apart, jerking a little as the aftershocks of release hit her.
Pulling out of her pussy, he changed positions, pulling her off the sink, and instead, finding his way inside her as her back pressed to his front. Staring into her eyes, he sank deeply into her core. Wrapping an arm around her waist, with the other, he touched her tit, squeezing the flesh.
Lori released a whimper that was more in pleasure than in any kind of pain.
“You feel so fucking good.”
He pulled out of her, and slammed inside, going deeper with every thrust. She met him each way, taking more of his cock, and her gaze stayed on him. He loved the way she gave herself to him, and didn’t hold anything back. He didn’t want her to hold anything away from him. He wanted to see her come apart more than anything else.
They were the only two people in the world, and nothing else mattered to him. He didn’t even care if someone walked in and caught them. Right there, in that one blissful moment, he finally had the woman he’d been craving for a long time, and he had no intention of ever letting her go.
Lori was his, and as he came, feeling the ripples of a tiny release from her, he vowed to never hurt her, and to always be there.
Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, he held her tightly to him. The only sounds filling the bathroom were those of their pants.
Their relationship had changed. There was no going back.
****
Lori licked her lips and watched in the mirror as Dawg pulled out of her. He found some tissues, and she realized that he’d come inside her. She was on the pill and didn’t worry about pregnancy.
No, it was everything else she worried about.
He helped her back into her dress, and she was too shaken by what they’d just experienced to fight him.
She didn’t want to fight him.
Neither of them said a word as they entered the main rooms once again. The sight of sex was still heady, and she felt the answering tug within her core. Dawg wasn’t a small man, and each time she moved she grew aware of the pleasure they’d experienced just moments ago.