Our tongues tangle while my mouth dominates hers. The moment her hips tilt up, seeking more friction, I can’t hold myself back from feeling her any longer. I hastily undo her pants with one hand, flicking the button open easily and shoving underneath her panties to find her completely soaked already.
“Angel, if you’re going to stop me at any point tonight tell me now, because with your pussy this wet I need to do something about it.” I pant against her lips.
“I’m not going to stop you,” she breathes, and that’s all I need to hear, plunging a finger into her and she cries out against my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re going to choke my cock in this sweet little cunt.”
Bailey whimpers, bucking her hips up as I take her lips onceagain, thrusting my finger methodically. She grabs for my back, nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt.
The feel of her fingers digging into me throws every thought of taking any of this slow out the window. I should keep touching her until she comes at least twice before I even consider putting my dick inside her, but I can’t wait.
Not tonight.
Not with the way she feels, and not with the way my mind is still trying to drown me. I refuse to let it.
Instead of even bothering to shed the rest of our clothes, I sit up, reluctantly removing my hand from her pants. Bailey is breathing heavily, lips red and kiss bitten which only makes my already rock solid cock even harder.
“Take them off,” I demand, already unbuttoning my pants, and pushing them down just enough. She lifts her hips to push her own down, and mine are just barely over my ass before I’m on her again.
I push her legs up so I can pull her pants the rest of the way off before I drop my hips down between her thighs again. This time there’s nothing in the way as my length rubs through her, getting covered in her slick arousal.
“Wes,” Bailey moans my name gently, and I practically lose it. The sound is so perfect coming from her, I need to hear it again, and again.
“What do you need, Angel?”
“I don’t, I just want to feel you. Please.”
I thrust forward, rubbing against her sensitive clit and she moans, her arms wrapping around the back of my neck trying to pull my mouth down to hers again. As I position the tip to her entrance, I keep my lips just out of reach, barely grazing when I realize something.
“Fuck. Condom,” I grind out, worried that if I break this bubble we’re in my thoughts will completely consume me. That she’ll run away and I don’t even want to think about what the aftermath of all of this would look like.
She shakes her head vehemently, panting, “Fuck the condom. I’m on birth control, I haven’t been with anyone in–”
I don’t let her finish before I’m thrusting in roughly, dropping my forehead to hers with a groan while she cries out. “Me either,” I tell her, not specifying that it’s been three years for me.
Three years since I was last inside a woman. Three years since the night I was last inside her.
I don’t even care that our shirts are still on or that I can’t feel all of her. My pants aren’t even all the way off, the only thing that matters is that I’m actually having sex with Bailey Collee again.
She feels even better than I remember. I grit my teeth as I try not to blow too soon while she squeezes me so tightly I can hardly see straight.
She moans my name again, and I can’t help but turn feral at the sound. The feeling of her around me is all too much and also not quite enough. I pull back and then push forward roughly.
“I want you to remember this the next time you get anattitude with me.” I thrust again. “Remember how badly you wanted this.”Thrust.“Remember how good I make you feel.”Thrust.“Remember all of this.”
She wraps herself around me as I keep up my punishing pace. I drop to my elbows by her head, framing her face and burying my hands in her hair.
“Look at me, Angel,” I demand, not thinking too much about it.
Sex doesn’t require eye contact for me. In fact, I generally prefer if it doesn’t have it. But right now I want her emerald eyes locked on mine. I want to watch her face while she comes for me. That way when she wants to deny me tomorrow, to try and act like this never happened, I can remind her of this moment. I can remind her how present she was with me. Right here, right now.
As soon as she looks at me, the side of my mouth pulls up. “There you are,” I practically whisper.
I angle my hips, and Bailey cries out at the change in sensation, but keeps her eyes on mine.
And when she moans my name softly, I almost come undone. “Wes, I’m so close.”
“I know, Angel. Come for me, show me how good I make you feel.”
