Page 88 of Dangerous Promises

I know my cock is already leaking pre-cum, and I can't keep my composure any longer. I throw my head back on a groan. Something so simple feels so different with her. When it's her hand brushing me through my pants, it feels amplified a thousand times over.

I can't speak or even ask her what it is she thinks she's doing. Do I want her to stop? Never. Should I want her to stop? Definitely.

It's a wonderful and terrible feeling to realize that at any moment I am simply living for her to touch me. Whether it's to harm me or to help me.

Since the moment I saw her, my whole being has revolved around her.

She shifts to settle herself in my lap, with her knees either side of me. My mouth hangs open and I look up when I feel her start to unbutton my pants. Her hair falls gently on either side of her face, looking totally in control and powerful as she takes what she wants from me and I just sit back for the ride.

She only has eyes for me again as she takes me in her hand, stroking up and down. She's doesn't look away to see what she's doing. She's focused on my face too. Feeding off the reactions she gets from me.

She moves forward, like she's about to straddle me. About to let me take her. I grab her hip and she stops.

Shy indecision shines through her eyes. She thinks I've grabbed her hip to stop her from climbing on top of me. But it'sthe opposite, I need to feel her. I squeeze her flesh in my hand and pull her closer. She gasps as I seat her warm, wet pussy right above my cock.

"You want it," I say, whispering in her ear as our bodies press together.

She looks wanton now, her teeth lightly biting at her lip. Her cheeks pink and she hides them from me, turning away as she nods, lifting her hips.

I slide her underwear to the side and pull her down until she sinks fully onto my cock.

We both gasp as I fit all the way inside her.

I don't dare move. I want to see what she does. I want to see what control looks like when I sit back and let her take it. She starts to move on top of me, and it's gentler than most of the times I've been allowed to touch her, but no less intense. Her hands are unsure as they rest against my shoulders for grip. But soon enough it's like she's clawing at me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she speeds up.

It's the middle of the day in her very public home library. We're fucked the second someone walks in here and sees this. Maybe that's part of what makes it better. Maybe I don't care.

Nothing feels as good as having her on top of me, her legs wrapped around me while I make her mine.

Sweat beads on my forehead and on hers as we both move in sync. I squeeze her thighs between my hands, drowning in the sound of her desperate moans and how perfectly they match the sound of mine.

I pull her close to me with each thrust, pushing up into her at the same time as she grinds against me.

Her arms make their way around my neck until we're even closer, so close that her chest presses against mine and her hot breath is in my ear. My hand slides from her thigh underneath her dress and up her back.

Her movements are wild and out of control. I can feel how close she's getting. She will come soon. Luckily. I don't know how long I'm going to last.

I'm usually not this fast.

Half of me begs me to stall. To not let myself go as she does. But nothing feels better than this. As much as I want to, I won't be able to hold it back.

She drops down until we're body to body, her head nestled against my neck as we move together.

"I'm close," she says, breathlessly whispering in my ear.

"Come," I beg her. I mean it to sound like a command. But it's really a plea. I can't hold on much longer, not like this with her. Not with her pressed so tightly against me it's like we're one person. Not when I can feel every breath that she takes against my chest and in my ear. We melt together. Like we were always made to do so. Every part of her fits against me and me against her.

"I'm close too," I whisper back.

"Come," she says, sultry and desperate and I'm not sure if she's begging me right back.

I breathe in relief when I feel her come. Her body convulses against me, her pussy tightening around my cock, her head tipping back in a moan as she rides me to completion. I'm only seconds behind her, and while her eyes are tightly closed, I can't take mine off her. Can't look away from how she looks when she comes undone on top of me.

I finally let myself go, spilling inside her with whispered sighs and desperate moans that she echoes right back at me directly into my ear. I grip her hips as we both finish together, grunting as she takes everything from me.

Her head falls back into my neck, resting from the high and my hand instinctively comes up to stroke her hair like she's the most precious thing in the world.

The smart thing to do would be to get her off me as quickly as possible before she's caught. To push her away and promise that this was a mistake.