No. Don’t stop me.
She’s panting, and I fucking want her as we stare at each other for what feels like minutes.
Her hand shoves me back as she turns and unlocks her apartment door.
Fuck!
She pushes the door open, turning only at the waist, and I think it’s going to be a quick “fuck you,” but instead her hand grabs my collar and pulls me with her inside the studio apartment.
Fuck. Yes.
I slam the door closed behind us as she drops the bag and her keys with a clanging sound. Her nails press into the back of my neck when she pulls me to her again, my hands resting on her hips.
Her hands are all over me but mine are focused on getting her naked, untying the knot of her shirt and pulling it up and over her head as my back slams into the brick wall of her apartment.
Quick and dirty. In and out. I’m always in it for the release no matter what it is.
Same white cotton bra as earlier. Her breasts heave and threaten to spill over the top of the plain cotton cups. I discard my shirt quickly, and then my hands grip her ribs, turning our bodies so she’s pressed against the wall. Her head tips back as my mouth grazes her neck, sliding down to her collar bone, sucking and biting the tender flesh.
A small moan escapes her throat as she works on the button of my jeans, reaching into my pants and cupping my rock-hard cock through my briefs, making me groan as my mouth meets hers with a hunger I’ve never felt before.
My hands move behind her back, finding the clasp of her bra and quickly undoing it, freeing her luscious tits and pretty, pink nipples that make my mouth water.
My mouth drops to a peak, popping the nipple into my mouth, nibbling and pulling it gently with my teeth. I feel her right hand jerk my dick faster through the fabric of my briefs.
My hips move with her hand as I move to the other nipple, teasing and biting. One of my hands slides down her flat stomach to the hem of her skirt. I lift my head and look into her eyes as my finger trails underneath. “What will I find?”
Her hand continues to stroke me as I push her skirt down an inch, looking down between our bodies, my forehead resting against hers. Her free hand shoves my pants down slightly while mine pushes her skirt down to the floor, leaving her in lacy cotton, orange boyshort panties, that are as fucking hot as any thong or silky pair could ever be, with only lace covering the sides of her hips as they fade into the cotton.
“Fuuuuck me.”
“I will if you have protection on you.”
I smirk and reach in my back pocket, finding one of the two condoms I added this morning to replace the ones I used a few days ago and holding it between us. She takes her hand off my cock and takes it from me.
I use this moment to take her in, her long, brown hair spilled over her naked breasts, her gray eyes staring at me, showing the strength and determination I first saw this morning. She’s got full, naturally pink lips, a pinched-in waist, full hips, and long, slender legs. She’s fucking perfect.
My hands grip her hips, pulling her tightly to me, my cock resting between her legs as my eyes wander to a large window, looking out over the alley. There’s a padded bench underneath it.
Her hands grip my shoulder blades, her fingernails digging in as we kiss and I lead us over to that bench. She doesn’t object, the open window not seeming to bother her in the slightest.
Has she fucked someone here before?
Her teeth nip my neck as she moves down over my chest and we stand by the bench in front of the window. Her nails claw their way down over my pecs as she drops to her knees and tugs my jeans and briefs down over my ass and all the way off.
I stare at her, knelt before me and struggle to keep my heart rate in check. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve been here in this exact position many times before. I’m no rookie.
Her hand grips the base of my cock, and my hips jerk to meet her, eager to be anywhere she’ll let it go.
Slowly she strokes me, and I think I might fucking lose it right then and there.
Maybe I had too much to drink tonight or maybe it was the weed I smoked before I got there, but my body isn’t nearly as in control as I want it to be.
She tears open the condom wrapper, and I watch her small hands roll the condom on my dick before standing up slowly, her body sliding along mine.
“I still repulse you?”
A small smile plays on her pretty lips. “Maybe even more now.”
I don’t waste time, grasping the sides of her head, my fingers tangled in her silky hair as I lower her down on the window seat, my body falling on hers, her knees bending up to allow me between her legs.
Our mouths intertwine, still starving, fighting to feed the hunger only the other one can satisfy. I use one hand to hold my weight off her as the other one slides her panties to the side so I can explore her wet slit. I growl into her mouth when I feel how soaking wet she is for me. “Your body isn’t repulsed.”
I slide a finger inside her and her hips buck forward, meeting the movement, begging for more. “My body isn’t as smart as I am.”
Her hips buck again as I move my finger slowly in and out of her heat, my thumb circling around her clit. “Maybe your body knows something your mind doesn’t.”
“That I want to come.” She bites my bottom lip. “We both know that.”
Jesus. My hips move, my cock ready and willing to be inside of her, but I’m enjoying playing with her far too much. Another new thing for me.
I rarely bother with foreplay.
I slide another finger inside her, stretching her pussy as her back arches into me and she bites my shoulder, my mouth diving to her neck, sucking and nipping.
Her hips continue to buck against my hand, and I know the sex is going to be good.
She’s not one to just lay there.
I can feel the walls of her pussy clench around my finger as her hands grip my shoulder, digging into my flesh. She starts to writhe beneath me, close to falling apart.
My chest is pressed against hers as her hips buck, and her lips find mine with a guttural scream into my mouth, my fingers don’t let up as her orgasm crashes through her. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Fucking hell.
When she comes down, I hope these aren’t her favorite pair of panties because I can’t fucking wait, tearing the left side and pushing them out of my way. I move to line up at her entrance and slam into her. We both groan loudly, her back coming up off the bench and her arms wrapping around my neck to move with me, chasing another orgasm. Her mouth covers mine as our tongues tangle and her hips buck. My dick slides to the hilt and then out again, over and over.
Neither of us come up for air, both of us needing this. We aren’t stopping until it’s over.
My body presses against hers, and she accepts every thrust. “Right. There.”
Her voice is husky and barely recognizable as her hand flattens against the glass of the window. Her hips roll with mine, knees bent with one thigh resting against that same window.
Her tits press against my skin, and I feel the buildup swirling through my body as I thrust into her, needing to feel her come around my cock. I tease her clit with one hand and brace us with the other.
Her whimper tells me how close she is as I close my eyes and let go, both of us reaching the highest crest together.
This is not what I was expecting.
Okay, so maybe things got a bit out of hand, but I refuse to regret it.