Fucking magnificent.
I slide my fingers into her hair and pull, then press her back down, giving her what she wants. She moans around me as my other hand reaches over, sliding down her back and between her legs to finger her. My head falls back, my eyes drifting shut as I fall into my own personal form of heaven: Hallie’s wet pussy on my fingers, her mouth around my cock, her muffled, needy moans filling the space.
I could easily come like this.
But I have bigger plans for tonight, so I pull her head back, her eyes watering and lips puffy as she looks at me, and I groan at the sight, my resolve weakening. My hand reaches up, brushing the spit along her lip before sliding my fingers, wet from her, into her mouth. She laps at them greedily, sucking the same way she did on my cock, and I groan again.
I need to get her inside.
Now.
Sliding my fingers out of her mouth, I tuck my cock back into my pants, though I don’t bother with redoing the button or zipper. “Get inside, strip down, and bend over the couch.” She looks at me dazed, brows furrowing. “I’ve been dying to fuck you on that couch, Hallie. No one’s home, I’m taking you there first. So go inside, strip down, and wait for me bent over the arm of the couch.” Her eyes lit, hearing thefirstway I hoped. We have the house to ourselves tonight. I plan for it to be the first of many.
Hallie licks her lips, grins, and then nods.
“Okay,” she says, then shifts, tugging her skirt down a bit and stepping out of the truck before moving quickly to the house.
I move slowly behind her, watching the door slam behind her, and the lights flick on, then laughing when the green fabric of her skirt hits the glass of the front window. By the time I make it inside, Hallie is nowhere to be seen, but there is a trailof clothes leading toward the living room. Quickly, I take off my boots, hang my jacket, and then strip off my shirt.
Reaching into my pocket for my wallet, I grab the condom I slid in there, replacing it after Vermont. Hallie’s on the pill, and I am desperate to feel her tighten around me without anything between us, but I don’t think tonight is the night to tell her I want to fuck her bare and hope her birth control holds.
Or that if it doesn’t, that’s a risk I’m willing to take with her.
Baby steps with my Hallie.
So instead, I palm the small packet as I move through my house and slip off my jeans and underwear as I do until I’m in the living room, where I told her to wait for me.
The sight takes my breath away.
Hallie bends over the arm of the couch I’ve dreamt about fucking her on for weeks, legs splayed, hips rocking as she moans, her fingers working her clit. I stand there for a few moments as she slides her fingers into her, fucking herself with two fingers before moving back to her clit. The sounds she makes are breathy and needy.
“Fuck,” I groan, standing to watch the show for a moment, wrapping my hand around my cock to stoke it. One day in the far future, I’ll come like this—jacking off while Hallie fingers herself bent over the couch, ending it by spilling over her back.
But not tonight. I need to be inside her far too much.
And especially not when she looks over her shoulder at me, moans louder at the sight of me stroking myself, and then gives me wide pleading eyes before speaking. “Please, Jesse.”
Another pained moan leaves my lips as I take long strides to her, unwrapping and rolling on the condom in record time. But instead of slamming in deep, I move to my knees behind her. My hands move to her ass, tipping and spreading her, her toes barely on the floor as I lean in and eat her pussy. My tongue dives in deep, and her fingers continue to work her clit. I groaninto her as she tightens around me, and my fingers bruise the flesh of her as I grip her tighter as she screams my name, coming hard and fast.
Before she’s even finished, I move to standing, grab my cock, and slide into her hard and fast. Her head snaps back, and she cries out, her cunt pulsing around me as she continues to come or maybe comes again.
I don’t know, and I don’t care.
I’m already so fucking close after hours of torturous foreplay followed by the last ten minutes in my truck.
“This one’s going to be quick,” I say, sliding out and then slamming back in.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Such a fucking tease,” I groan as her hips back into me, back arching, hands in the cushion of the couch. “Fuck, you’re so tight like this. This pussy is so fucking good, Hallie.” She tightens around me, and I clench my jaw, then shift her a bit so her clit will rub against the arm of the couch she’s bent over.
“Fuck!” she shouts as I pound into her, my hand sliding up her back to her neck, then wrapping her copper strands around my hand. Her head moves back, and I tug, a deep, guttural moan leaving her lips. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I let out a groan.
Sometimes, Hallie likes it soft and sweet.
Sometimes, she needs it rough, and it seems this is one of those nights.
I continue to fuck into her, her hips bucking back into me, tipping and taking me deeper, before I can’t hold out any longer. “Get there, Hallie,” I grit out, my balls drawing up as the orgasm starts to become imminent.
