Her white bra is probably the biggest turn on of all. It could be the sexiest piece of lingerie and it wouldn't be as hot as she looks right now. I trace the edge of the lace with my finger, watching her pupils dilate further, and goosebumps rise from her skin.
"You're beautiful," I tell her, because it's true and because she needs to hear it.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she responds, and her hands go to the hem of my thermal shirt.
I help her pull it off, then my undershirt, until we're skin to skin. The contact is what I needed, her softness against my hardness, her coolness against my heat. She runs her hands over my chest, my shoulders, and then down to the waistband of my jeans.
She unbuttons mine first, then hers, pulling them off and down. My cock bounces against my stomach, and I reach down, giving it a slight tug.
I want her.
When we're finally down to nothing, I press her against the wall again, taking a moment. "Look at you," I breathe as I press my fingers into her hair. "Face flushed, nipples hard, lips red and moist from my kisses. The way your chest is trying to keep up with your arousal. You're fucking everything I've wanted."
"Chase?" she whispers.
I kiss her again, deep and slow, pouring everything I can't put into words into the movement of my mouth against hers. Her hands slide into my hair, holding me close, and I press against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.
She breaks the kiss to trail her mouth down my jaw, my neck, my chest. Lower and lower. With my fingers still threaded through her hair, I press her down, until she's sinking to her knees in front of me, and the sight of her there, looking up at me with those hazel eyes, nearly undoes me completely.
"Paisley," I start, but she's already reaching for me, and whatever I was going to say dies in my throat.
Her mouth is warm and moist as she takes me in, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock. She takes her time, swallowing and holding me in the back of her throat as she moves her hand up and down on the part she can't get in between her lips. My fingers through her hair, force it back, so that she has nowhere to go. Pressing further into her, I lean forward, trapping her as I press my free hand against the wall. Her hands move up the back of my thighs and dig her nails into my ass.
"That's it," I encourage her. "Take it down, run that tongue along the head. Just like that." I toss my head back when I can't watch her anymore. The pleasure builds deep in my balls as they draw up. "If you don't want me to come straight down the back of your throat, you better move right now," I warn her, with as much time as I can.
She doesn't pull away. Instead her eyes lift to mine, and she sucks harder. With a punch against the wall and a loud groan, I blow my load, gasping as she works me through the orgasm.
She stands slowly, and I pull her against me, holding her close as I try to remember how my legs work. My heart is pounding so hard I'm sure she can feel it against her chest.
"Okay?" she asks quietly, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
I pull back just enough to look at her. With my thumb, I caress her lips, before pulling one down, and she takes the tip in her mouth, sucking it the way she did my cock. "That mouth fucking blew my mind."
She grins, looking pleased with herself, and I can't help but kiss that grin. When I do, she twines her arms around my neck, holding on tightly. Her nipples are tight and hard against my chest. She groans as I move my mouth from hers, down to her neck, before landing on one of those hardened nipples.
"Chase," she gasps. "Fuck that feels good."
"I'm going to give you what you need. What do you want?" I ask her, wanting to give her everything he never would.
She grabs my hair in her hands, pulling so that my eyes meet hers. "You're still hard," she swallows hard, her throat moving up and down. "I want you to fuck me against that wall over there. The same way I took you down my throat, I want you to take me from behind. I've always wanted something other than safe and missionary. That's what I asked for, and I never got."
Arousal punches my gut. "Then I'm gonna give you all of it."
Surrounding her body with mine, I move us over so that she's pressed against the wall. With my hands, I move hers so that her palms are pressed against it, then run mine down her body, tilting her ass out. "You're so fucking hot and ready for me," I dip my head so that I can kiss her shoulder, and take a nip. With my other hand, I press it between her thighs, groaning when I feel how wet she is. "Yeah, that pussy wants this cock doesn't it?"
She moans, her head falling down as she presses against the wall. "Yes, please, please Chase, fuck me."
Her pussy is sucking at my fingers as I prepare her. Once I know she's ready, I reach down, holding the base of my cock as I feed it into her. When I'm seated, I move my hand around the front of her, thumb her clit, and start the push and pull, desperately needed to have her come for me.
Sweat pours off our bodies as I thrust and work against her, my cock lengthening as she gets wetter and pressing back against me. The only sound in the room is the slapping of our bodies and the sounds coming from our throats. Neither one of us can seem to help it.
"Chase, don't fucking stop. I'm almost there."
Me too, and I'm hanging on for dear life, needing her to get there first. I go after her hard, thrusting until there's a burning in my thighs as I try to hold back. As soon as I feel her tighten around me, I let go, both of us groaning and shaking through the climax.
We're trying to catch our breath, and my legs are about to give out.
"Couch?" I question when we finally break apart.
