I never want to find my way out of this haze. Bury me in the fog of her lips on mine, imprint me in her shadow. I’m nothing without this, withouther.
Every part of my body ignites as I pull her up and onto my waist, her legs securing around me. She arches into me and presses a hand to my cheek, her tongue languidly stroking against mine.Shit. I’m weak, spineless…
I wrap my hand around her throat, kissing her hard as I back her onto the nearby table. Her ass hits the top, and I move that hand down her neck, her collar, her chest, my other hand already on her stomach. I need to touch every inch of her, have her naked body against my own.
I need her so fucking badly right now. I need this. I’veneededthis.
I want the memory of my lips all over her skin. I want to savor her in the way I don’t get to at night when everything feels hectic, rushed, and secret. This isn’t the same. This is so fuckingnew, so much more than anything I could ever give her without her knowing it’s me.
Her knees bend high when I slide my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts and grab her ass. She angles her hips and rolls her body, arching into me and groaning so fucking deliciously. I can feel her fingers working under my shirt, her nails dragging up my stomach. I flinch when she grazes the underside of my breasts, and while a smile lifts her lips, she only moans a sound of approval.
She reaches for the hand I have on her tit and pulls it down to her shorts, her foot shifting onto the table so that she’s completely open to me. One slip of my fingers, and I could have everything. I could have her coming in this trailer, feel her wetness for hours on my digits as we head out to the party.
“Wrap your arms around my neck and lift your ass for me,” I whisper as I move to kiss her throat.
She does as I ask, and I lift her off the table a fraction so that I can get my thumbs beneath her shorts and tights. She’s wearing a pretty little neon green thong that I leave on her to play with. Her lips meet mine as she sits back on the table and lifts her foot again. I find her clit with ease, having touched this beautiful little bundle of nerves so many times before that it’s like coming home.
Her mouth opens against mine, a quiet whimper evacuating it as I begin to play.
And as I slide a finger inside her perfect, soaking cunt, I kiss her jaw and whisper, “The next time your stalker texts you, you can tell her you don’t need her anymore.”
Her chest caves. “Shit—Oh?” she says, rolling her body against my hand.
She’s so open for me, so fucking aroused and ready for everything I have for her. I slide another finger inside her, deliberately thrusting in and out when I speak.
“She’s a blip resurfacing from your past, and one I plan on helping you leave back there.”
She groans, nails digging into my neck, and I curve my fingers, desperate to find her spot—
A gasp leaves her that makes her knees hike, and I can’t help my smirk on her neck.
“You’re mine now, Bonnie Miller.”
“Oh,fuck—”
I’m holding her by the throat, one of her hands on my wrist, the other on the lip of the table, and I fuck her the way she deserves. Unhurried. Relentlessly. Taken to the edge of tears and given a shallow breath. Each time I feel her pussy tightening around me, I slow just to toy with her. She’s trembling, her cunt making the most beautiful noises. Shit, she’s so wet. I add a third finger and bite along her jaw to her throat.
“Gemma. Oh my god—I need to—Shit,right there—”
It’s barely a whimper—perfectly pleading and desperate.
“What do you need?” I ask her.
“I need to come,” she says, her head hanging back. “Please. Keep…right there.”
“Here?” I ask, stroking her again.
She shudders. “Fuck yes,” she begs.
I bring her head back up, kiss her hard, and then wrap my arm around her waist to hold her steady as I quicken my pace, not letting up this time. She sinks her arms around my neck and grips me hard, her mouth open on my neck, teeth imprinting into my skin. Her pussy tightens, her body jerking, and as she comes—tears hitting my shoulder—she screams into the crook of my neck.
Feeling her come around my fingers heals me on a spiritual level.
It’s more than any other time I’ve fucked her with the mask. This is so much different, so much more intimate. I’m exposed inthe light with nothing to hide behind, and the response from her isso much more sweet.
She jerks and pushes me as she releases, her body weak and resisting, yet pulling me back all at once. She comes in a gush over my hand, yelping as if she didn’t expect to orgasm so hard.
“Shh. Shh. Shh… I have you,” I tell her. “I have you.”
