Tig let out a deep sigh from the floor.
“Hang on,” I said, pressing my lips to hers quickly. I took her hand, drawing her deeper into the house.
Gwen’s head moved from side to side as she took in her surroundings. “You’ve got a beautiful home, Alaric.” She remarked, her eyes returning to me and a small smile gracing her lips.
There was something about having her here, something that felt innate. I was struck by the depth of it.
“Thanks,” I managed, releasing my hold on her and crossing over to open the back door. Tig raced outside, and I closed it, turning around just in time to see Gwen’s dress slip from her body. It fell to the ground, pooling around her feet, and she stepped from it, her eyes on me the entire time she stripped, baring herself to me.
She wore a black lace push-up bra and matching thong.
My reservations went with her dress; slipping away, just out of reach, replaced by the driving force to claim her again.
Thankfully, Tig hurried back, and I rushed through feeding him to get Gwen in the shower, not even feeling guilty for it.
I hopped in before her, scrubbing the grime off me as quickly as I could. Five minutes later, the shower curtain opened just wide enough for her to slip inside. My eyes locked on her—her soft curves, her smooth skin, decorated with her hidden, feminine tattoos.
Gwen had rearranged her hair so that it sat atop her head in a messy bun. She stepped toward me, her hand wrapping around the base of my dick. She squeezed lightly, pumping her arm, jerking me as the hot water flowed down my back.
I rinsed the rest of the soap off quickly and wasted no time touching her back, my fingers seeking her sweet heat as my lips grazed against hers. Softly at first, then deepening when the pads of my fingers danced across her slick slit. I let out a heavy moan, tortured by her immediate response to me.
“I think we’re clean enough,” she breathed, her eyes bright with urgency.
Shutting the water off, I stepped from the tub and held my hand out for her. She took it, her breasts swaying as she stepped out onto the mat, standing before me.
Her hands roamed up my chest, leaving a fiery sensation in the wake of her touch.
I picked her up, my lips seeking out the sensitive flesh of her delicate throat. Her thighs locked around my hips, and she shifted, her core brushing against the tip of my swollen cock.
Her heat was so inviting, it took everything I had to resist the urge to jerk my hips forward and bury myself deep inside of her. It’d be so easy, and the fact that I even wanted to was a warning sign, but I selfishly ignored it, carrying her down the hall into my bedroom.
I dropped her onto the mattress, relishing in the way her breasts bounced. Reaching in the nightstand, I grabbed a condom and ripped it open, sliding it on.
Gwen’s legs fell open, welcoming me as I settled between her thighs. Supporting myself on my elbows, I looked down at her. The sight of her dark hair against my white pillowcase made me hesitate, but then she wriggled impatiently beneath me.
“Alaric,” she pleaded as my thick crown slid against her entrance.
Her impatient wriggles stirred me into action, and I jerked my hips forward, filling her. The pleasured moans she released made me lose all sense of everything but our gratification, and I gave myself over to the feel of her body beneath mine.
I fucked her hard, felt her walls clenching and releasing, slickening with the wetness of her orgasms my frantic, deep thrusts brought her to.
Gwen’s nails raked against my back, and I felt the pressure building, a tightening in my balls as I thrust harder and deeper still, bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. Her legs trembled around me as I came with a groan on my lips that had almost been her name.
I pulled out of her, instantly missing the feeling of being inside her. Satisfied, but somehow…still ravenous. I wanted her again.
“Well, that was incredible,” she said breathlessly. I nodded in agreement, letting out a contented sigh, too blissed out to think much further ahead than that moment.
“It’s getting late,” she said, her head turning to look at the alarm clock on my nightstand. Her silky legs slid off the mattress, and she stood. “I should go.”
I nodded, although a part of me wanted to grab her hand and tug her back into my bed for another round.
“I’ll walk you out.” I sat up too, standing up and crossing over to my dresser. I grabbed a pair of lounge pants and put them on while Gwen disappeared into the bathroom.
I left my room the same time she left the bathroom, wearing her bra and panties and grinning ruefully at me. “My dress might be in the laundry room.”
I chuckled a little, leading the way downstairs, and picked her dress up off the floor, shaking it before handing it to her. She pulled it over her head and buttoned it up.
“I’m not going to be available this weekend,” I told her. “It’s my weekend to have Sawyer.”
