Her cardigan goes next. She flings it over her head, revealing a loose blue tank underneath. Then she’s on me again, lips demanding, fingers digging into my shoulders.
This woman could bring a man to his knees.
Her underwear slides off easily, joining the rest of her clothes on the floor.
I bite down on her bottom lip, my own fingers digging into her thighs. “Climb on top.”
With no hesitation, she straddles me. That wildness from the Arden patio shimmers in her eyes, conjuring up thoughts of magical creatures. At this moment, I hunger with all thedesperation of a starving man. She could entice me into just about anything for a taste of that passion thrumming beneath her skin.
Tracking every tiny shift in her expression, I line her up and slowly sink her onto my dick. She’s so wet that I slip inside with only minimal resistance.
My eyes roll back in my head. Fuck. She grips me like she was made for me, and I tense to prevent our snug, perfect fit from triggering a premature end.
Maeve’s head rocks back as she releases a moan that steeps my chest with satisfaction.
She’s lost in the pleasure of the moment too.
Whatever she had on her mind when she came back to her room is miles away.
Her legs are spread so wide that I don’t have to move too much. I pump straight up, steady, controlled, and slowly come back down. Pause. Repeat.
Every time I drive deeper, she sighs and pinches her eyes closed as she soaks in the moment. And it works for me because I get to study her every little movement while she sways back and forth on my cock, lips parted, more moans dancing up from her throat, out of her mouth, and into my ears.
I’m the selfish one. Not her. I’ve got her where I want her, on display just for me. Slave to my cock.
She’s so hot around me, so wet. I brush my hands across her perfect stomach, then dip my hand lower so my thumb can tease her clit.
Her mouth rounds in a gorgeous, perfect “O.”
I press and circle that sweet, swollen little bud, rocking into her with increasing speed.
The additional moans I earn go straight through my brain, down my spine, and right into my cock.
“Kell…Kellin.” She can barely get my name out. She’s losing the ability to form words.
Flushed neck, wide eyes, kiss-red lips… She’s fucking perfect.
For me, sex has always functioned as a means to an end. A way to find release, information, or just enjoy a good time.
But this…
Maeve on top of me, my thumb strumming her clit, her hips gyrating on my cock, her tight pussy…
The exquisite bliss on her face, her nails raking down my arms…
I could die happy here.
I grip her hip with my free hand, pulling her down as I thrust up roughly.
Her head rocks forward, her eyes on mine. Her hands travel to my shoulders, fingers digging in.
She rides me with abandon. My thumb continues playing her swollen clit.
We both spiral toward the edge. Pressure reaches a breaking point at the base of my spine just as she screams my name and contracts around me.
“Fuck.” My arms snake around her back, holding her steady while I snap my hips and we ride out our simultaneous orgasms. When the final wave ends, I fall back on the couch, covered in sweat and still inside her.
My dick and my thighs are all kinds of wet, and she’s trembling on my chest, but our breathing gradually returns to normal territory.
