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Not wanting any article of clothing to get in my way, I grab hold of the hem of her tank and pull it over her head. She lifts her upper half to help me out, her defined abs flexing with her movements. Her chest is now completely bare and exposed to me. Taken aback by her heavenly body, I run my hand over my jaw and simply look.
How the fuck did I get so lucky?
I’ve been with a few women, but never one this gorgeous, never this open, never this perfect. It’s like she is made for me with her dark hair, steel-colored eyes, and inked frame. Everything about her makes me want to hold on tight and never let her go, even when she is flicking me on the forehead, or headbutting me for that matter. She’s feisty, sassy, all kinds of contradictions with her sweet personality but with a fiery attitude. There is also something dark about her—mysterious—that intrigues me, that makes me want to hold her in my arms and open her innermost secrets.
I’ve never wanted a woman so badly in my life.
Unable to control myself, I grip both of her breasts, causing her to spring up from the bed and wrap her arms around my neck. She connects our lips together, our frenzied moans intermingling.
My cock is harder than fuck, begging to be released from the confines of my shorts. Even though her lips were recently wrapped around my length, I still want more. Ineedmore. There is a weight resting heavily on my chest, needing that one last release, the moment where I connect with her, sink inside her to feel the tight clench of her pussy.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask in between kissing. She nods.Does she have the same thoughts as I do?From the gentle smile on her face, it’s as if we just exchanged a silent agreement—that we both trust each other, a mutual respect for one another.
“Good,” I rasp out. “Because there is no way in hell I can fuck you with a condom. I need to feel every inch of your pussy gripping my cock.”
Leaving her breasts momentarily, I shuck my shorts and then pull off her underwear, stripping us both naked. With a giant smile on my face, I tackle her back onto the bed, both of our bodies slapping together, our limbs tangling, and our laughter mixing.
In the midst of our coiling, she ends up on top of me, her ass resting against my cock, her hands on my chest.
With her hair draping her body, she looks like a dark angel. Her breasts sway with her movement, and her toned arms flex under her weight.
“Tell me what you want, Paisley. What do you want me to do?”
She flips her head to the side and starts rubbing her wet center against my length, her hands resting on my chest for balance. A hiss escapes between my teeth from the friction.
I lean on my elbows, lifting my body up ever so slightly and stare down at her wet pussy, glistening with arousal. Completely bare, her slit glides up and down, throwing us both into a state of pleasure. Sweat coats our skin and our scents mix, creating an erotic atmosphere.
Sitting all the way up, I cup her ass and move her hips so now my cock is lined up with her pussy. I look her in the eyes and say, “Fuck me, Paisley. I want you to ride me so I can watch your delicious tits bounce in front of my face, teasing my tongue for just one taste.”
One of her hands grips the base of my head while she sits up on her knees and inserts my dick inside her. She doesn’t take her time, she doesn’t revel in the feel of me slowly sliding inside her. No, my girl pushes down on my cock until we’re fully connected.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, my head resting on her shoulder. She’s so tight, so warm, so fucking perfect that I can feel myself already starting to reach the precipice of my orgasm, just from one quick stroke.
Shifting her hair to the side again, she grips both sides of my head and presses her mouth against mine, kissing me like it’s her last day on earth. My hands run up the side of her body, my thumbs connecting with her breasts, carefully playing with her nipples, loving the feel of the cold barbell against the pad of my thumb.
She moans in my mouth while thrusting up and down on my lap, working her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit just right to cause her pussy to clench every single fucking time. Her tongue matches her thrusts and I realize when I told her to fuck me, she took it seriously. Every inch of her passion is possessing me: the way her hips melodically fuck me, the way her tongue won’t ease up, just keeps begging for more, and the way her fingers grip the curls of my hair, pulling aggressively, just enough to turn me on even more.
She’s playing my entire body like an instrument,hersexual need strumming me to the point of orgasm.
Losing myself and needing to be in charge, I flip our connection so her back is resting against the covers. Spreading her legs and hooking my arms under her knees, I thrust into her, her breasts moving with each push. Her hands dig into her hair, and her expression is one of utter satisfaction as she bites down on her lip. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
Just from the sight of her, my orgasm takes over my body. My toes curl beneath me, my breath is caught in my throat, her name at the tip of my tongue. She moans loudly and then covers her mouth just as we both reach the precipice of ecstasy, falling over together. Her hand slaps over my mouth as I shout her name, muffling my voice just in time.
I’m too distracted by the pure, all-consuming ache bursting through me, and the utterly satisfied woman in my arms. I continue to thrust as we ride out our orgasms, before lowering my body on top of hers, still connected.Fuck. Me.
My hands fall to her face where I brush her cheeks with my thumbs and stare into her beautiful, contented eyes. There is a goofy grin on her face, and I know if I look in a mirror, I would be sporting the same grin. There was something almost magical that transpired between us, as if we’ve been doing this for years.
There is a slight tilt to her head as she gazes up at me, a look of adoration crossing her features. “How the fuck am I supposed to leave you alone now?” I ask, adding lightness to my voice even though I know the task at hand is not possible.
She giggles and touches her hand to my cheek, playing with the scruff of my jaw. “A strong will.”
I’m caught off guard by her response. Was she really going to let me walk away after this? Then she laughs again, shaking her head. “Reese, you’re adorable. Do you really think I would have the courage to let you go now, after having you deep inside me? I couldn’t even let you out my door.”
“That’s fucking right,” I breathe out, seeing the worry in her eyes. I kiss her lids and then play with her hair, stroking it tenderly to soothe her. “Don’t worry, baby. We will keep this a secret for now. For both of our jobs, we need to keep this a secret.”
A side-smile peeks out. “Baby? Is that what you’re calling me now?”
“You got a problem with that?”
