“Fuck,” I grunt, and my mouth covers hers again as I kiss her in that same hasty way where it feels like I’m trying to dominate every centimeter of her mouth at the same time.
She reaches between us for my cock, and I shove it into her palm. She moans when she feels my sheer size, and then she reaches into my shorts and pulls me out. I’m still kissing her, still fingering her, still listening to the sounds of her grunts and moans as she starts to stroke me.
“Fuckkkk,” I groan. Fuck. It feels good. It feels so goddamn good as this woman who blew into my life out of fucking nowhere tugs on my cock.
But it was a fuck she asked for, and it’s a fuck she’ll get.
I pull my hips back suddenly, and she loses her grip around me. I pull my mouth from hers, too, and her eyes fly open.
“No fair,” she whines. “You get to finger me, but I don’t get to give you a hand job?”
“Flip over and put your ass in the air for me,” I demand.
“You’ll have to take your fingers out of me first.” She’s sassy as fuck even when I’m fingering her. Yep, that’s pretty much Everleigh Bradley to a T.
I don’t want to. I want to keep my fingers right there a while longer. They’re doing things to her that are turning me on in ways I haven’t experienced in far too long, and it’s the anticipation that’s making me feel more than I was expecting to feel ever again.
But sex is on the table, and sex with her is the only thing in my field of vision at the moment. I drop my fingers out of her, and I yank the condom from between her fingers.
She’s quick as she gets into the position I just asked her for, and as much as I want to look into her eyes as I slide into her, this isn’t about making love. It’s better this way, better where I don’t have to look at her face as I make her fall apart. This is dangerous enough. I don’t need to add further emotions into the mix.
I peel her shorts off her body and toss them on the floor. Her ass remains perched in the air, waiting for me, her tank top still pushed up above her tits in the place where I left it.
I roll the condom on and reach around her to feel her tits, heavy in my hand. I let go, and I slap her ass. I’m not sure why I do it other than the fact that this started as a hate fuck, and I’m not ready to admit that something might be changing for me.
She grunts but doesn’t otherwise move, and I cup the skin I just slapped, taking my time and being deliberate and slow since what I’m about to do will be neither of those.
I press my fingertips at the top of her crack, and she shivers a little but doesn’t otherwise respond. I slide my finger down, giving her a little bit of pressure as I get to her asshole, and she doesn’t squirm. Has this woman been fucked in the ass before? Does she like it? Does she want it?
These feel like intimate questions I’m not privy to, yet I want the answers.
I don’t deserve them.
It doesn’t stop me from craving them anyway.
Again, I think about making some comment about how I’ll own her ass next, but it feels too intimate a promise to make when I’m not sure this will go beyond this one time.
I bypass her ass and slip my fingers down to her clit, and she moans as I start to rub her there. “Oh, yes, Maverick. Yes,” she hisses, and fuck, my name coming out of her mouth is nearly my undoing. It’s as she’s reveling in the feeling of me rubbing her clit gently that I get into position. I move my fingers, grip my cock, and slide into her.
And it’s fucking glorious.
She lets out a low moan, sending a shot of need straight through me.
She’s tight and hot, slick and perfect as I start to move. I pump into her, setting a quick pace with deep strokes, and I watch as she starts to claw the sheets, her nipples rubbing over them as I plow into her, her entire body rippling with my force.
“Holy shit!” she screams, and again, it nearly forces a smile to my lips.
She grips more tightly to the sheets as I pick up the pace, filling my deep drives with all these unfamiliar emotions that seem to claw at me when she’s around, and there’s nothing sexier than watching what she’s doing while I make her come undone.
This woman who is so professional, so in control all the time, so poised and polished and disciplined, is falling apart beneath me, and it’s fucking hot as hell.
“Mm, Mav, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she moans, her voice muffled with her face against the comforter.
I don’t want to stop, but the tight squeeze of her cunt paired with the soft begging puts me over the edge. I move faster, slam harder, grip more tightly onto her hips as I feel my body start to give way to bliss.
She cries a string of curses as I feel her pussy tighten further over me, and that’s when I lose all control. My fingertips dig into those perfect hips of hers as I start to come. A growl bellowing up out of my chest is the only sound I make as my body betrays me, white-hot jets of cum streaming out of me into the condom as her body drains every last drop I have to give.
I’m panting as I pull out of her, but this isn’t the time for collapsing and cuddling. Instead, I move off the bed and head straight for the bathroom, where I get rid of the condom and clean off my cock. I hunch over the sink for a moment, afraid to look myself in the eye after giving into the temptation that’s been there since before we ever formally met.
