“You first.”
I glanced down at my shorts and then at her. She had way more clothes on than I did. Not that I minded, of course. I could have my shorts off and in a heap on the floor in a flash.
No. No, no. I wasn’t about to rush this moment.
No way.
I licked my lips.
“Get up, babe.” I said, making a come hither motion with my index finger. “Over here.”
Tempest shifted position, climbing on all fours. A tantalizing arch in her lower back formed, causing her ass to tilt in the air.
Damn.
She crept to the edge of the bed, her hands pawing at the mattress like a jungle cat in heat. I imagined her still on her hands and knees, crawling between my legs and swallowing my cock in her mouth, those sweet velvet lips driving me fucking insane. I didn’t think it was possible to be any harder than I was in that instant.
How wrong I was…
Tempest’s jeans hugged her curves, her shirt halfway up her torso, exposing her lower back. Tossing her hair away from her eyes she stopped, her fingers digging into the bed’s edge.
“I’m here.” she cooed, reaching towards my crotch and wrapping her hand around my cock through the fabric of my shorts. “Now what?”
Jesus!
Feeling her fingers around my dick nearly brought me to my knees. I managed to keep my shit together, looking at her with a serious expression on my face. Reaching for her arms, I pulled her up onto her knees.
“Do it,” I said, my tone matching the focused look in my eyes.
Tempest stared at me, her angelic face softening.
“Do what?” she began, reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt. She pulled it up just enough to expose the lace of her bra. “This? Is this what you mean?”
I didn’t blink. “You’re getting close. Keep going.”
My cock raged.
Part of me loved watching her do this, while another part hated every fucking second of it.
Easy Dorian, easy.
Tempest peeled away her T-shirt, holding it between her thumb and forefinger before dropping it to the ground. Next, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, disposing of it the same way.
Once she’d dropped it, Tempest looked into my eyes. She was pure feminine perfection, curves in all the right places and built for my pleasure. She leaned forward, draping her arms around my neck and moving in for a kiss.
Our lips met for an instant. She broke free, but kept her breasts pressed against my chest. Instinct gnawed at me. I wanted to reach up and cup her full tits, fill my greedy hands with them but I resisted the urge.
For me, it was take all of her, or nothing.
“Is this what you mean?” she asked, shifting her cleavage against my skin for emphasis.
“Almost…” I nodded, fighting the surge of testosterone raging through me. “Keep going.”
With that, she stood from the bed, dropping her arms away from my neck and reaching for the waist of her jeans. Her eyes never left mine. Like brilliant opals, they reflected the light from my bedroom, beckoning me closer to her.
Tempest shifted her body from side to side, wiggling free of her jeans. At last, she stepped out of them, brushing them away with her foot. I allowed my eyes to wander, tracing the perfect outline of her waist and hips until I came to the final barrier to my desire. Reaching for her panties, I hooked my finger around the band.
Tempest held her breath. Our eyes met again.
“Almost…” I said. “Keep going.”
Her hand covered my fingers, slipping between them and the fabric of her underwear. I let go and without hesitation, she pulled them down the length of her thigh with a smooth motion. Once she finished, Tempest flipped her hair away from her face, pressing her now naked body against me.
She leaned into my ear, whispering. “Is this what you mean?”
“Almost…”
At the limit of any self-control I had left, I reached down, sweeping my hands under her ass and lifting her in the air. Tempest’s head flung back and she wrapped her legs wrapped around my waist, hooking them hard at the ankle.
Our lips met again. This time though, the kiss was crazy, intense, frantic.
Staggering across the room, I pinned her to the wall, holding her in place with one hand while I reached for my shorts with the other, almost ripping the fucking things off. My clothing hit the floor, and I kicked them away with a violent thrash of my leg.
I reached for the base of my cock, grabbing hold of it. Pressing my torso into hers, I felt the wetness of her pussy against my pelvis. My entire body flexed, desperate to take her at last. I drove inside of her with a single hard thrust, her wet sex lubricating my iron-like erection.
“Ohh, ahh… Fuck!” Tempest winced.
She pressed her hands into my chest, digging her nails in again. Her touch caused my abs to flex, an unconscious twitch sending a jolt of adrenaline through me.
Finally. Fucking… finally.
It was like she was born to be on my cock. Her slick, tight, velvet gathered around my shaft while I lingered there, satisfaction washing over me.
Tempest moistened her lips, leaning into me and pressing them into the center of my pecs. Her first kiss was slow, soft – a sharp contrast to my hard dick. Another kiss followed, then another. She worked her way across my upper body, tender smacks leaving behind a cool reminder of where her warm lips had been.
She stopped, looking at me.
“This…” I began, driving my cock all the way inside of her and holding it there. “This is what I mean, baby.”
I started to thrust, bracing myself against the wall with my palms while Tempest held on to me. Stroke after stroke, I’d pull almost all the way out before flexing my entire backside and driving into her again. She was incredible. Everything about her, the way she kissed, smelled, fucked…
Never had I been so right about how a woman would make me feel. It was like a fucking dream. Head to toe, I’d never felt so alive. Our bodies melded into one, grinding and pushing, each second that passed bringing me closer to my ultimate desire.
The friction between us grew and soon perspiration lubricated our skin, making it difficult for me to continue to hold her. I didn’t care how long it took, I wasn’t about to stop, not until I got what I wanted.
Tempest leaned into me, curling her fingers around my face and pushing her mouth against mine. Wild strands of her strawberry blonde hair wrapped around my head, cocooning me in silky softness. I drove my tongue inside of her mouth, thrusting with the same reckless abandon I used with my cock.
Tempest huffed and moaned, puffs of pleasure from her mouth keeping time with the slapping of my hips against her pelvis. Adding to that her curves, her scent, her sweet pussy… They were driving me right to the point of no return.
With a free hand, I reached for one of her magnificent tits, lowering my mouth to it. I swallowed her rock hard nipple, sucking on it with a relentless wet heat. Tempest hummed, arching her back and twitching with electric shocks.
Suddenly, it grew to be too much for her.
She cried out, digging her heels hard into my ass. “Dorian, I’m cumming, I…!”
“Yeah,” I grunted, curling my fingers into the crease of her hip. “That’s right. Give me all of it, Tempest baby. Don’t hold back. Don’t you dare fucking hold back!”
She flipped and lost her shit. “Oh Jesus! Oh fuck!”