Damn it, she felt good.
She narrowed the more I was inside her. Her wetness thickened. And when I felt her start to climb, I grabbed the sides of her face, and I meshed our lips together. I slowed down.
The way she immediately winced told me how my change in movement affected her, the lowering of speed like goddamn torture.
That was what I wanted.
I wanted her so fucking worked up that she would do anything to come.
“What are you doing to me?” she panted.
“Not letting you come.”
She bit my lip, releasing it to sing, “Whhhy?”
“Because I can.”
She kissed me. Hard. “Please, Walker. I need it.”
I twisted my hips, aiming toward her G-spot, and once my tip tapped it, she shouted, “Fuck!”
I did it again, grinding into her pussy, bucking against her, and every time I pulled out, she rocked forward, so we were meeting in the middle.
But it was so fucking intense that it was drawing out my orgasm too.
I couldn’t have that.
Not yet.
While staying inside her, I lifted her off the counter and carried her into the dining room, sitting on one of the armless chairs. With her legs straddling me, her arms resting on my shoulders, her wet hair blanketed around us, I ravaged her lips.
I wanted them red.
I wanted them raw.
And I wanted her gasping when I pulled away.
Which she was.
“Ride me.” I flicked her nipple with my teeth. “Make us both come.”
She moved slowly at first, going as high as my tip before lowering to my base, taking all of me with each stroke. Her head tilted back, and she shivered. “Thisssfeels incredible.” As she found her rhythm, she began to swing her body forward and back, and it was that seesaw motion that was bringing us both to the edge. “Shit!” She swallowed. “I don’t think I can hold back for much longer.”
“You don’t need to.”
My hands didn’t stay frozen on her waist. They wandered her curves, taking in the softness of her skin and the spots on her body that would only add to her pleasure, like that forbidden hole in the back. I rimmed it with my finger, dipping inside once I’d collected enough wetness.
I wasn’t more than an inch into her ass when I heard, “I’m! Going! To! Come!”
I felt it before I saw it.
The stillness that took over.
The wetness that filled her cunt.
The way she was contracting around me.
“Ahhh!” she shouted.
