Her breaths were now rapid little bursts of pure delight, and I wanted to keep it that way.
My hand slid down her stomach to her waistband. With the buttons and zippers dealt with, I slid my hands through the tiny opening of her jeans and found her panties soaked.
Holy shit. She was so fucking ready that my cock yelled at me to make a move on.
I pressed my fingers slightly into her, through the cotton, and felt her twitch beneath my touch.
She reached for my jeans then. Her hand slid inside, wrapping around my cock, and I nearly lost it right there.
“Pull it off,” she said, her voice so sexy and hoarse that it sent a tingle down my spine.
“Let’s make it fast, shall we?” I grinned and reached for my own, bucking off her while she quickly removed her jeans too, leaving her in nothing but a tiny black thong that made my mouth go dry. I hooked my fingers into the sides and slowly slid it down her legs, her skin prickling beneath my hungry gaze.
“Spread your legs for me,” I commanded softly, kneeling between her thighs.
I ran my fingers through her soft slit, watching her face as I circled her entrance, then slowly pushed one inside. Her walls clenched around me—so tight, so hot—and I added a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that made her lose control of her body.
Her hips rose to meet my hand, and I started thrusting. In and out. In and out. Round and round.
My head dipped low, tongue finding her clit while my fingers worked in her.
She tasted like heaven, like everything I’d been missing, and I devoured her like a man starved, licking and sucking, working her inside out.
Her hands were in my hair again, pulling just hard enough to make pain feel like pleasure as she writhed beneath me. “Dante, please,” she moaned. “I… I can’t hold on. I need more.”
“Hmm, hmm.” I pulled away, my cock throbbing at me to just listen to her, for fuck’s sake. I wiped her juices off with the back of my hand and watched as she watched, her eyes blazing with ecstasy.
I made space for myself between her legs and let the head of my cock press against her entrance. But instead of pushing in, I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand as I hovered over her, teasing her to anticipation.
“Tell me how you want it,” I growled, even though my control hung by a thread. “Tell me what you need.”
Her eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine. “Hard,” she breathed. “I want you to fuck me hard, Dante. Make me feel it.”
I pushed into her in one smooth thrust, and my cock felt like it grew to fit every crevice. We both gasped at the rush—she was so tight, so perfect around me, it was so fucking unbelievable.
“Christ, you feel amazing,” I groaned, staying still for a moment to let her adjust and to regain some control.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper. “I’m ready,” she whispered, her hands sliding down to my ass to pull me closer.
I pumped gently into her first, but when she started meeting me moment by moment, I started going harder. I kept her wrists pinned with one hand while the other cupped her face, forcing her to look at me as I drove into her again and again and again.
“Is this what you wanted?” I bent down and nibbled her ear, just a little. “Is this hard enough for you?”
“Yes,” she gasped, exposing her throat to me, her eyes wild, her lips swollen from our kisses. “God, yes.”
I licked up her neck while pounding into her, then reached for her lips, swallowing her moans as I pounded into her.
Every slam brought me closer to the edge, but I needed to make her cum first. I wanted to feel her fall apart around me, wanted to be the cause of her pleasure.
After all, there was so much I wanted to say, but couldn’t yet voice. I regretted that we ever ended, hoped we’d find our way back, and desired her more than any other in the world.
But what if she wasn’t ready to hear them, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to say them. But I could show her, with every thrust, every touch, every kiss, how much she meant to me.
I released her wrists to slide my hands beneath her, gripping her ass to change the angle of how we fucked. She immediately reached for my arms and gripped to stay still, because I fucked her so hard she was sliding up the couch.
I heard the wood beneath her creak. Felt her body being all wound up in the tremble of her legs, the heaving of her chest, the tightness of her hold around my cock.
I knew I was close too, the pressure at the base of my spine reading the brim, but I fought it back, needing to make this good for her. I wanted this night to last, for however long I could.
