This woman drives me insane. In a – strangely – good way.
The way my lips crash down on hers forcefully elicits a moan from her. I drink in the sound, her taste, the way she feels in the palms of my hands as I touch her breasts, pinch her nipples, and roll my hips.
Alara cries out at the friction, locking her legs around the small of my back to bring me closer.
“Fuck. The sounds you make drive me crazy,” I mumble.
She winds her arms around my neck, fingers weaving through my hair as she grinds on me. At that point, she’s barely sitting on the table with the way she clings to me. I rut intoher, pleasure rolling through me at the way she rubs herself on my length. My hands grab the back of her thighs to guide her movements, my fingertips digging into her ass.
“Diego,” she whimpers.
She throws her head back, giving me enough space to lean down and wrap my lips around her nipple. I dampen the fabric of her bra, letting my tongue flick around the taut bud.
Her airy moans alone could make me come. But it’s the way she moves against me, intent on giving us both unadulterated pleasure that has my mind going in a frenzy.
“That’s it, baby,” I say against her chest. “Take what you want. Make yourself feel good. You should see how beautiful you look right now.”
The way my name rolls off the tip of her tongue sends a pulsing heat straight to my cock. Latching my lips on the swell of her breast, I suck until I leave a crimson mark. She’d look so beautiful with the memory of my mouth all over her body – a masterpiece only I get the privilege of studying.
When her nails trail down my back and reach the waistband of my boxers, I groan in frustration as realization dawns on me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, not pushing my briefs down as she senses my hesitation.
“I don’t have a condom,” I mutter, before capturing her lips again.
“You don’t?”
I roll my cock on the length of her covered center, causing her to bite down on her lip to keep her moan quiet. As she starts moving her hips again, I know her clit is getting the attention it deserves, and the thought of her getting off like this makes me piston even harder into her.
“I don’t even have some at my house,” I say, slightly irritated. “Didn’t plan on coming back home to hook up with a smoke-show. But I’ll go buy a box tomorrow.”
She giggles, and I don’t even know what’s so funny. I’m fucking pissed at myself for not thinking this through. I want to fuck her, feel her, and even if she could be on the pill, I’m not risking anything.
“I’ll make you feel so good, Alara.” I dot her chest with light kisses. “I’ll make you come so hard, every fucking day. No way I’m wasting a moment away from you. You can show me what you want, what you like. You can learn how I like it.”
“Yes, yes.” Her eyes are shut closed, her brows pinched in pleasure. I can feel her nails digging in my back, the pain making me tremble. I like it. I like how responsive her body is. How it seeks a high by moving against me.
Pulling her taut against me, I devour her mouth, inhale all her pleasured sighs. Her bra brushes against my skin in the most delicious way, her hips undulating in the most alluring dance.
A bead of sweat rolls down the valley of my pectorals and I watch the way her lace rubs against me. My boxers are damp with pre-cum, and if we keep going like that, I’ll blow inside my briefs like a teenager.
With my hands under her thighs and slipping to her ass, I piston into her, watching how her breasts bounce even confined in the bra. “You’re going to come while dry humping my cock, aren’t you?”
She moans, looking at me with a haze of lust darkening those hazel eyes. “Yes.”
“I bet you’re soaking wet.” I know she is, I can feel it.
“Why don’t you check for yourself?”
I throw my head back, the base of my spine already tingling. “Fuck.”
Pulling her lace to the side, I whimper at the sight of her arousal. Her landing strip is so fucking hot that it has my cock twitching again. She feels it, pushing herself further against me and rubbing her wetness over my briefs.
I hate that there’s a barrier between us, but if I rub myself, bare, on her? There’s no way I’ll be able to control myself. I’ll want to push into her, I’ll want to fuck her, and I can’t be that reckless.
Another cry leaves her mouth at the contact, and I grab her hips to guide her up and down my hard, throbbing cock. “You’re so hot. So desperate to come. Drenching my clothes with your arousal.”
“I’m marking what’s mine,” she seethes. It’s so unexpected, so primal of her, that I moan loudly. “Oh, fuck, Diego.”
