I set her down and sank to my knees, tugging her shorts off in one fluid movement. I kissed her pelvis, turning my head so that I could get a taste of her as my tongue slipped between her folds.
Her legs trembled, and my need was exorbitant. I reached for my jeans, pulling a strip of condoms from my back pocket. Gwen tugged her shirt off, her breasts on full display for me.
She was exceptionally gorgeous and so responsive that not being inside of her was beginning to feel painful. I had to rectify that.
I ripped open a condom, rolling it on quickly before I picked her up. My pants and boxer briefs were around my hips, but Gwen worked them down with her heels. Finally freed, I toed off my boots and turned, falling back on the couch, bringing her down with me.
The tip of my cock brushed against her wet core, and then all thoughts flew from my head as she sank down onto me, taking me to the hilt.
“Fuck, Gwen,” I growled, closing my eyes as her core tightened. I gripped her hips, pulling her against me as I rocked into her. She rode me, and I met her thrust for thrust, eager to fill her, eager to get my fillofher.
My eyes didn’t leave her face the entire time, as I hungrily watched her pupils dilate with pleasure. My fingers dug into her hips, and she let out a whimper before I felt the rush of her orgasm. “Do you like it rough?” I asked her, pulsing inside of her.
“I guess I do,” she said, her voice a little shaky and her eyes bewildered like she’d been caught off guard by it.
Making sure I had a hold of her, I stood carefully, still managing to keep inside of her sweet heat. I kissed her deeply, holding her ass and moving her against me. I walked until we reached the wall, and I paused to look into her gray eyes. “Let me know if it gets to be too much.”
She gave me a sly grin, arching her pelvis against me. “Bring it.”
I started to drive into her, fucking her against the wall, supporting her lower back as I pounded into her. She came around me and let out the sexiest of moans. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and the whole thing was sensory overload for me, and I let out a deep groan as I came.
I’d fucked plenty of women in similar ways, but never had I been as affected by them as I was byher. Being inside her was sheer ecstasy.
I pulled out and lowered her to the ground, still supporting her as she regained her balance. Once she was able to stand on her own, I went to the bathroom to discard the condom and clean up a little before I rejoined her.
She’d put her tank top and shorts back on, although she had two glasses of water on the coffee table. She looked up at me from the couch, a satisfied smile on her face. “I really needed that,” she admitted, somewhat dreamily. “You have a magic cock.”
“Just a magic cock?” I joked, bending to pick up my boxers and jeans.
“Well, you’ve got magic fingers and magic lips and a magic tongue too…” she amended, frowning thoughtfully. Reaching for one of the cups, she drank from it. The flash of insecurity I saw in her eyes was gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
“You’re pretty magical yourself,” I told her, pulling my jeans over my hips. I buttoned them before picking up the second glass. Taking a long sip, I sat down beside her on the couch. I needed a moment to catch my breath.
My gaze slid to hers, and I exhaled deeply when I caught her checking out my chest.
“So, what’d you do today?”
“Yard work,” I said. “You?”
“Nothing, really. Mentally preparing myself to go wedding dress shopping tomorrow.” I tensed a little, and she glanced at me, her lips twitching with amusement. “My sister’s getting married, so we’re going wedding gown shopping.” She explained, bemused. “It’s going to be pure torture. I’d almost rather do yard work.”
“I thought women liked stuff like that.” I laughed.
“Most women do, but this woman? No thanks. Especially not with Kelsey’s future mother-in-law present. That woman’s a nightmare.” She shivered. “I would have rather spent tomorrow drinking beer in my underwear and watchingGame of Thrones.”
“You like that show?” I asked, my cock stirring at the mental image of her in her underwear.
“Obviously,” she said, giving me a pointed look. “If your hair was dark, you could pass as a Dothraki.”
I laughed deeply, shaking my head a little, my eyes moving across the room to the bookshelves that took up the far wall. She had the completeGame of Thronesseries on one shelf, along with various character bobbleheads and a signed, framed photograph of her with some of the cast.
“I’ve never seen it,” I admitted, shrugging a little.
“Wow, really? I don’t know if I can continue being your friend,” she teased, her smile betraying her words. “Honestly, it’s a cool show. You’d probably love it. Swords and gore and tits and ass. There’s something for everybody.”
She set her glass down and climbed onto my lap again, straddling me. Her hands moved up my chest, around my shoulders to rest at the back of my neck.
“Maybe I’ll check it out.” I chuckled as she moved closer, pressing her lips to mine.
