Don't Touch

“I thought we could talk about names and dishes for the menu, but this works too.”

“That stuff can wait, we should really claim this place as ours.” Her mouth grazes mine, and she runs the very tip of her tongue across my bottom lip. “Don't you think?” She strokes down my length, tickling my balls with her fingers.

“I couldn't agree with you more,” I say as she exhales across my cheek.

She places soft kisses over my jawline, following it all the way up to my ear. Her teeth gently pluck at my earlobe, making me groan. I love this woman. Everything about her drives me crazy.

I slip my hands up her back and into her hair, taking fistfuls and tugging hard. “You make me so damn hard,” I say, jerking my cock in her hand.

Her thumb swirls over my tip, smearing the drop of precum that's dangling on the edge. “You're already so excited.”

“I can't help it. You're so fucking sexy.” I palm her tit, pinching her nipple and rolling it between the pads of my fingers. “I'm the luckiest man alive.”

“I feel the same way,” she says, her voice a whisper.

Her lips find mine, and she kisses me hard. I can feel her breathing, and the pulse in her neck as I free my hand from her hair and cup the side of her face. Her heart is racing, beating against my thumb.

I caress the throbbing vein, drawing firm circles. My tongue drives into her mouth, stealing every piece of her I can. Her taste. Her breath. Her existence. She's mine. Mine to hold, to enjoy, to love and please. I'll do anything for her to make her happy. Even if it means going to the end of the earth.

My hands keep moving down her body until I find her button. Ripping it open, I work her pants down her legs. Arisa steps out of them, barely letting her lips break free of mine. I grab her under her ass and lift her off the ground.

Her legs wrap tightly around my waist, clenching against my sides as she lines my cock up with her entrance. My dick sinks easily into her pussy, her body coating me in warm silk. I groan as she lowers herself all the way down and my cock disappears inside her.

I'm holding her up, digging my fingers into her ass. Arisa starts to bounce, using her thighs to hold on. She grinds her pussy against me, rubbing her clit against my lower stomach. Her arousal smears all over me, making my cock thicker and harder.

“Mm, Monroe,” she moans, curling her arms around my neck. “Fuck me, fuck me like it's the last time you'll ever fuck me.”

“I can't,” I say, thrusting my dick inside her as her hips rock. “Because I'll never not have you. I can't go without you. I'll always need you.”

“And I'll always need you.” Her eyes hold steady on mine, and her fingers gently tease the ends of my hair on the back of my head. “I love you with everything I have.”

“Me too,” I say, kissing her. “Me too.”

Arisa rides my dick hard and fast. Our bodies slap together, the sound echoing through the open, vacant room. She nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck and bites me. The sharp edges of her teeth grab my skin, sending a rush of tingles down my arms, and through my chest.

The feeling spreads like fire. Long tendrils of heat crawl across my ribs and down my sides, coalescing in my stomach. My muscles tighten and my stomach tumbles like a tsunami hitting the shoreline.

Her smooth pussy glides up and down my shaft as her tits bounce in my face. They're hidden in her shirt, but I can see her beaded nipples. Hard, tender, begging to be licked and nibbled.

I bite them anyway through the fabric, coaxing another moan from deep in her chest. Her head drops back and her mouth falls open. She looks so beautiful with her skin tinted pink, and her goosebumps peaking all over her skin.

She whips her head back up, her blond hair falling over her face as she moans louder and with more intensity. Her thighs tremble against me as she clenches my waist as tight as she can.

I piston my hips up vigorously, fucking her as she grinds down. Every thrust makes my balls draw up and her pussy walls squeeze around my shaft. She's milking me, her body doing all it can to keep me inside.

She doesn't want to let me go. She wants to keep me inside her forever. I can feel it. I can see it on her face, and hear it in her moans. It's in her fingertips and her lips as she kisses me. It's in her breathing and the way she swallows.