“Kneeling, your back against my chest, so I can hold your tits,” I hissed, her fingers shifting lower, cupping my balls. “Because I’ve been thinking about them since yesterday. And facedown, hands tied.”
“I think I like that list.” Her strokes increased, and though I didn’t think it was possible to come again so soon, I was teetering on the brink. Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I stopped her movement and pressed her hand to the glass.
“Don’t move,” I whispered against her ear. A condom snatched from the bedside table, I was sheathed and leaning into her, her body against the window.
“Your rebound time is impressive.”
I pressed my mouth to her shoulder. I didn’t know whether I wanted to bite her or kiss her or just fucking howl against her skin, but I needed to be inside her.Now.Gripping Lauren’s hips, I shifted her, trying to find the right angle. It was something of an engineering problem.
“I promise you, sweetness, it owes everything to you.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she laughed.
“No other girls. You’re my only girl,” I said. Braced on her toes, she followed my lead, letting me cant her hips and angle her legs, but it wasn’t working. There was no resolving a twelve-inch height differential when the heels were off, and the position that served me so well before was unavailable with Lauren. “Now get on your knees.”
I don’t know where I found the restraint to watch her dropping to the ground, but I stood there, my arms crossed over my chest and my cock twitching and pleading for her attention. It was only when she winced that I realized my mistake.
“Oh shit, no, wait, your poor knees.”
“You threw me off the bed not too long ago, Matthew. And then you landed on me. I’ll be fine,” she said, her nails scraping my inner thighs. “Now don’t leave me all alone down here.”
And naturally, I complied. There was no denying the very naughty schoolteacher.
My cock molded itself into the cleft of her ass, and I savored that warm pressure before easing toward her wetness. I watched her reflection in the window, the way her eyes closed and her lips parted, and I brushed my mouth over her neck. “Tell me what you want.”
Lauren’s arm curled around my neck, and I waited, wanting to be inside her but wanting to her hear demanding it even more. She glanced over her shoulder, brows lifted, and I heard the questions in her eyes.
You want to play like this?
You want it fun and rough and dirty, and maybe a little dangerous?
I nodded, and a gentle kiss told her I understood, that I’d remember the rules for next time.
“Fuck me until I can’t walk, I can’t breathe, I can’t do anything but ask for more. Fuck me until I’m yours.”
Her soft delivery of coarse words made them more profound, more electric than any mid-fuck requests or screaming demands.
She shifted to her hands and knees, her backside angling toward me, and there was no waiting. My fingers gripped her hips relentlessly as she ground into me with a measured rhythm, taking me inside, and again, her tightness lit stars behind my eyelids.
Lauren set the pace, and my thoughts hovered in a hot, hazy place. My body had never performed so thoroughly, so flawlessly before this night, but I managed only grunts and gasps, echoed murmurs formoreandoh, fuck, yes. And though I probably couldn’t spell my own name, I knew with absolute certainty this wasn’t straight-up p-in-the-v sex. This was a spiritual event, and I, for one, wouldn’t have been surprised if some druids started chanting behind us.
I was ready to blow, and each of her cries and moans kicked me closer to the edge. Desperate to prolong this moment, I yanked Lauren against my chest. My arm snaked across her chest to control her rhythm with a hand locked on her shoulder. My other arm traversed her belly, my fingers spreading her folds.
“Better,” I sighed, kissing the slope of Lauren’s neck.
“What?” she pouted. “You didn’t like that?”
Lauren dragged her teeth across my bicep, leaving stinging bites in her wake. Another reminder that she was a complete contradiction—one minute it looked like she didn’t know what to expect from my tongue on her clit, and the next she was biting and talking dirrrty.
Sugar and spice, all of it nice.
“I loved it,” I groaned, our pace quickening. “But I was going to come all over you within thirty seconds.”
She moved against me, and I pistoned up to meet her, my fingers moving fast over her clit. “Maybe I wanted you to come all over me.”
I gripped her shoulders and angled her to face me. “Maybe we should combine lists and eliminate these missed opportunities.”
My hand shifted from her shoulder, tracing the line of her collarbone down, down, registering the contours of her skin, and stopping between her breasts. Lacing that necklace around my fingers, I held tight, bracing her. My body was moving, thrusting, fuckingpoundingwithout my brain’s involvement.
