Zoe led him up the stairs. She couldn’t believe what she’d just done, let alone said in a room full of people. Though, she figured most were half drunk, and there was so much noise she doubted anyone heard. She really didn’t care. She’d come here for one thing. Sex. Hot. Long. Delightful. Orgasmic. And right now Max was so riled up, she was sure she’d tick all of those boxes and end the night bursting with hot pleasure. A fresh wave of moisture dampened her panties.
This was going to be the last time, she promised herself. No man ever turned her on like this before or caused her to act the way she did. Because of that, there had to be an end soon, but not until after she’d one more night with him.
Did I really go up and demand to have sex with him?She suppressed a giggle.Yep. Instead of feeling embarrassed, she could feel the heat turning up in her body. He practically dragged her down the hallway on the first level, she struggled to keep up, her heels almost catching in the carpet. The noise from downstairs filtered up.
He took out a card from his wallet and swiped the door, it clicked, the sound adding further tension to her body. It had been so hard to sit opposite him while they ate and not let her desire take over. Her mind had continuously daydreamed of the things she could do to his body right there and then if she’d been just a little closer.
Max pushed opened the door, stepped inside, and jerked her in with him. Zoe fell onto his chest with a gasp as the door slammed behind them. He crushed his lips on hers. His heat pushed into her mouth, tainted with malty beer, she met his force with her own. She stepped back to the door, dropping her purse on the floor so she could have two hands free to explore him.
He shoved her up hard up against the door with a passion that drove her head spinning with anticipation. His kisses were hard, moved down her neck, over her collarbone, before pressing over her breasts, hungry for her softness and pleasure which was hidden under the material. She moaned with pleasure.
Automatically, her leg lifted over his hip letting him closer to her body, as he continued moving his mouth over her breast. His other hand cupped her other breast, squeezing hard until her breath caught and a perfect mix of pleasure and pain rippled through her body. She closed her eyes, enjoying how he touched her with such passion she’d not experienced before. It caused her body to naturally respond and want more.
With urgency he pushed the material down, exposing her bra, again he pressed into her softness. Her nipples ached for more, hardening when he sucked at them through the lace. Then he somehow managed to gain control, she felt the change in him as he pulled away a little. He looked at her, locking eyes, the desire there hot and needy, matching her own. She waited. Her breath quick already. He pushed his body teasingly into hers, running his thumb over her nipple.
“You did say something about going slow,” she whispered, unsure she really wanted a slower pace when the fast and hard was causing her juices to flow.
He exhaled heavily. “I did.” He stared into his eyes. “So did you?”
“Hmmm.” She smiled teasingly, gazing into his eyes without any fear whatsoever. “Only if you do.”
He answered by running his thumb along the edge of the lace on her bra before yanking it down exposing her breast. Her nipples hardened with the cool air in the room. He kept his gaze on her, as his fingers massaged her, she arched her chest forward wanting to feel him more on her. His thumb flicked her nipple enticing sounds to escape from her mouth. He rolled her nipple slowly between his finger and thumb gently, before suddenly giving a sharp pinch. She gasped, closing her eyes, enjoying the fading sensation of pain being replaced with pleasure. She felt a moist warmth on her breast as he kissed her nipple, once, twice, each time pushing her further into his mouth while sucking a little harder each time. Her body began to give way to the pleasure, she could feel the tension of a building orgasm within her body. More sounds came from her, and from him, as he worked the pleasure from her.
“You’re wearing too much,” he murmured.
“Oh, and what are you going to do about that?”
He pushed the dress material away from her other breast, then her bra, running his hands over her ribs, she could tell he was admiring the sight before him. For a fleeting moment she didn’t want her expensive dress to be ruined, but as his hands cupped around her, her mind blurred with desire and she no longer cared. He pressed his hands into her soft skin and squeezed once more as he pressed his groin into hers and ground in tight movements. He was hard, she could feel it, and it sent her pussy crazy with moisture not being about to feel him properly.
“You feel good.”
“Hmmm.” It was getting harder to keep her focus. His hands exploring her, delighting her body, sending waves of pleasure through her was taking her closer to the orgasm which was building. She wanted to hold back a little longer, but there was also a need that he drew from her not to want to wait, but to go hard and fast.
She moved her hands around his waist, tugging playfully at his moleskins, slipping her fingers under the heavy material. She tugged his shirt out, feeling the hotness on his skin. He continued to tease her, focussing on her breasts, while she began her own offensive on him.
She undid the top button of his pants, pulling them apart to slide the zipper down, the sound setting her closer to a pleasurable edge. She reached down, pushing her hand under the material of his jocks, her fingers brushing his hot cock which was pushing hard against the confinement of clothing. His cock pulsed from her touch and he groaned heavily into her neck as he nibbled at her skin.
He slipped his hands up to her shoulders and pushed the material away, then began kissing her freshly bared skin. Biting his teeth playfully into her skin, hard, but not so much as to leave a mark. She held her breath as fresh desire surfaced within her. Fuck, she wanted him. The feel of his teeth over her skin, soft, harder, caused her to be unsure of how far he would go, forcing her to have to trust him.
She pushed down his moleskin jeans and jocks, his cock pressed into her. There was just a little less material between them now stopping them from going all the way. He knew it too.
He pulled up her dress, the soft material dragging over her skin as if a promise of the delight to come. His hands ran her thighs, feeling the line of her body before slipping between her legs, easing her panties out of the way. She could feel him, his cock at her entrance, dipping into her juice that was flowing fast and thick. She tilted her hips upwards and his forward, and he slipped inside of her, pushing her intimate muscles apart.
They both released noises of pleasure and desire as he entered her fully. She realised with a slight horror that they weren’t using protection. She wasn’t on the pill, or anything else, the chemicals caused negative reactions within her. She tensed.
He tilted his hips, the movement of his cock sent her crazy. All logical thought melted away.
She groaned. That wasn’t the issue, she wanted him to, even more so as he slipped out, her muscles gripping against him trying to stop him, but then they were rewarded with him entering her once more. She wanted him to come like all the other times. She’d go get tested at the doctor next week, then think about some sort of contraception plan. She was normally so careful, so strict. Hell, she didn’t want any sexually transmitted diseases. She made a promise to herself with the last bit of logical thought that was in her mind before the desire overtook. With a gasp she gave in to the feelings and moved in time with him, enhancing the enjoyment. The orgasm built, she felt him harden, her body jerked as it began to tip over the edge. His fingers slipped over her sweet spot and she knew she couldn’t hold back. His touch firm, distracted her slightly as he pulled out. It was too late for her and she tipped over into a state of bliss as the orgasm thundered through her out of control.
Once the sensation lessened she reached up, slinking her arms around his neck and pulling him towards her. She kissed him, her mouth enjoying his taste, even more intense as her senses were heightened from the orgasm.
He picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he shuffled them deeper into the room towards the bed. Their lips joined in slow kisses, tongues flicking out exploring the other.
He put her gently down, her feet on the floor. She could feel his hands exploring the back of her dress, searching for a zip.
“Here, it’s a wrap.” She took her hands away from his neck and went to undo the bow at the side. His hands moved hers away, and he pulled at the tied belt. She could feel it coming undone, the material falling away to the floor, leaving her standing in front of him in her bra and panties. She shivered, looking up to see him gazing over her body, drinking her in. She wanted to do the same to him but didn’t want to move, it was as if there was a spell between them. Something had changed between them, this felt more like the first time they were going to have sex, not the third. She felt as if he’d not really seen her before. He reached out, his fingers grazed the top of her arm and ran downwards, setting her skin on fire and bumping with desire. Her knees weakened, but she somehow managed to keep standing there. Letting him look at her, feeling vulnerable but also full of power knowing that just the sight of her turned him on.
He stepped closer, his hands briefly on her shoulders before slipping backward and down, tugging at the hooks of her bra. He unclipped the hooks easily, releasing the pressure from around her chest causing her to feel freer. The lacy material slipped over her nipples, then away, the cool air in the room and his look all turned her on, even though only minutes ago she’d come. He pushed the straps of her bra over her arms moving downwards, his breath hot on her nipples, which they responded, turning harder and she moaned. The bra slipped to the floor, ignored and no longer wanted. He continued downwards, kneeling in front of her, his hands on her hips, then running along the edge of the top of her panties, before pushing them down to her ankles.
