Propositioning Love

God, it’s been so long since I had a man inside me. So long, his finger is almost enough.

Almost.

Fingers tightening in my hair, he brings me back to his question. Back to him.

His eyes go from smoldering with dark heat to blazing with an inferno of desire when I pant at him, “I don’t know? A year?”

Pulling his finger back, he pumps it in and out me. Gliding along my wetness. Spreading me open for him.

Then he just yanks it out and shoves his door open.

“If we don’t get out of this car, I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.”

At this point, I really don’t have any objections to that.

He grabs me by the ass though and he tells me to, “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

I obey quickly, eager to get to his bed so we can finish what we started.

Hauling me out of the car, I can’t help but gasp at the amount of strength he shows. He doesn’t stumble once, or make me afraid that he’s going to drop me. No, he lifts me and carries me as if it’s nothing at all.

Still gripping me by the ass, he lifts me up until my crotch is right against the hard bulge in his pants and then kicks the door shut behind him.

Damn. He’s willing to kick his expensive car to get me in bed. I don’t think there’s a better compliment than that.

“Hold on tight,” he grunts, and I do.

Arms wrapped around his neck, I lock my thighs around his hips, nearly dying from the friction of his bulge rubbing against me as he carries me.

He carries me up to an elevator and then stops and hesitates. I don’t understand the problem at first, then I realize he needs to hit the button.

“You can just let me down,” I suggest.

His hands tighten around me, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as he growls, “Never.”

If my panties weren’t ruined before, well they are now…

He solves the little problem by pushing me up against the wall. Grinding his erection into me, he reaches out and hits the button.

I clutch at his shoulders, throw my head back, and moan.

He grinds and grinds, torturing me with the fabric between us. The urge to reach down, to grab him and guide him into me is so strong, I have to dig my nails into my palms to stop myself.

The elevator dings and the doors open.

He lifts me up, swings me into the elevator, and pushes me up against another wall. This time his mouth comes down on mine as he reaches out and pushes the button. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as his hips grind into me. Driving me crazy.

The elevator begins to lift and I feel like my body is lifting right along with it. Reaching towards new heights.

His lips, his hips, driving me closer and closer to heaven.

The elevator dings and I’m almost disappointed.

Then he hauls me back up into his arms and sweeps me into a dark apartment. It must be a penthouse, I vaguely realize, if the elevator opens right up to it.

Another wall meets my back and his mouth attacks my mouth, but this time his hands are between us.

He’s doing something, and I can’t figure it out until he stops kissing me.

Tearing his mouth away, he pants heavily as he rips his belt out of his pants and drops it to the floor.

“We’re not going to make it to the bed,” he informs me.

“Oh… okay…” I pant, my eyes searching out his face in the darkness.

It’s not pitch-black dark, but it’s still a little hard to see. I can make out the general outline of him, but not the expression on his face.

He kisses me again as I feel him unbuttoning his pants between us. His kisses me long, hard, and deep, only pausing when his cock springs free.

I can almost feel the tension going out of him, his relief.

Then he’s grabbing my panties, literally ripping them off of me.

As my wet, exposed sex hits the air, I tremble with need.

“I wish I could see this wet little pussy,” he growls as he pushes his erection against me.

I feel the warm, silky head of his cock pushing against my folds. Circling as he wets himself.

“But I think trying to reach the light switch would kill me.”

Reaching out in the dark, I grab him by the back of the head, and tell him to, “Stop talking and fuck me.”

He lets out a low, animalistic growl, and then he’s pushing the crown of his cock into my needy pussy.

“Is this what you want, Zoe?” he grunts as he fights his way into me.

“Yes,” I groan out, my back arching as I rock my hips forward to take him deeper.

His head drops down, his lips brushing against my ear as he says, “Tell me.”