No, I move through her house effortlessly, finding her room quickly and easily. The walls of her home are covered in the things she loves, some of which she’s shared with me, like superheroes and fantasy tv shows, but other things she’s kept to herself. I see it all and file it away.
One day I’ll know all her likes, dislikes, and her secrets. I look forward to the day, but I’m also okay with not knowing everything now. It’s not required to love her.
How could anyone not love her?
When I lay her down on her bed, she slaps my shoulder and glares at me. “I told you to put me down.”
I come down on top of her and pry her legs open with my knee to make room for my hips. Fuck, with a soft growl I sink into the feeling of being cradled by her.
“You feel good under me, Sugar,” I rasp, our eyes locked together and her protests ignored. When I sit back on my heels between her spread thighs, I let out a growl of approval. “Damn it,” I grit out, “you look good enough to eat, but I need to be inside of you. I can’t wait another moment.”
She’s not even naked. She’s still fully clothed; her apron is still on. But I’m on the edge of feral and the need I have for her is trying to take me under.
As my hands move, tugging and pulling at the fabric hiding her from me, I can’t look away. I watch every inch of her soft skin as it’s revealed to me and lick my lips while my cock fucking throbs. Her bra goes flying and then it’s just the panties she’s wearing preventing me from unwrapping her fully.
I slide down her body; my finger hooked into the waistband of her panties to slip them over her hips and down her legs as I move. After tossing them over my shoulder, I stand on the edge of the bed and strip quickly. Even though I can feel her eyes on me, I don’t go slow and give her a show. I can’t. Not now.
I’m covering her with my body in what feels like seconds but is far too long for my liking. “Need to be inside of you,” the words are broken and filled with need.
Her hands come up and cup my jaw, her green eyes, glazed over with lust, hold me hostage. My cock throbs and pre-cum smears over her skin and I can feel how wet she is for me against my shaft.
“Please,” she begs, “fuck me. I need it, Joss.”
“Condom?” I choke out the question, forcing it past my lips instead of burying myself inside of her the way I need to.
“I’m clean,”her voice trembles her hips rocking and seeking what she needs. “I’m on birth control. I want to feel all of you.”
Fuck me.
Having nothing between us sounds like heaven.
With a growl, something primal rises up and takes over my body. I pull my hips back and hiss as the head of my cock slides down her slit and finds her entrance. Her pussy is warm and welcoming. As I slam forward, I brace myself knowing I’ll have to stop myself from filling her with my cum the moment I’m buried balls deep in her pussy.
“Joss,” she screams.
I hold myself still inside of her, loving the way her walls clench around me like she’s not sure if she wants to push me out or hold on. It makes me grin, my dick twitching inside of her and begging me to move. But I wait.
When her hips roll and her eyes focus back on me, I gently pull out of her. We both hold our breath when just the tip remains inside. I slam back inside of her again, but this time I don’t stop.
As she clings to me, I keep my movements measured and deep. When I can’t take it anymore and her moans are throaty and low, I start moving faster. She moves, meeting every one of my thrusts and giving me just as much as she takes.
It’s everything.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl, my teeth bared as I push up for more leverage to really pound into her.
“So full,” she moans, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I watch as her tits move with every thrust. When I slow down, mesmerized and needing to play with them, her eyes snap open. Her gaze is curious before I swoop down and suck one of her big, pink nipples into my mouth.
The walls of her pussy clamp down on my cock as her back arches and her fingers dive into my hair and curl. “Yes,” she encourages me and when my teeth graze the sensitive flesh, that one word becomes a chant of praise and pleasure.
Her eye squeeze closed and I demand, “Open your eyes, Sugar. I want to watch you come all over my cock.”
Her eyes snap open, her lips parted and her breath ragged. She looks like a fucking goddess. I fuck her harder and faster, swiveling my hips whenever I’m buried inside of her to tease her clit.
Syndal spreads her legs wider, her thighs tightening around my hips as we become one. Her soft curves are so luscious, and they ripple as I fill her. It pulls me closer and closer to the edge. And then there’s the way her skin is flushed and her wet pussy flutters around my length.
I reach between us and press my thumb against her clit which has her moaning in a way that has my balls drawing closer to my body while the base of my spine tingles. I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to stop myself, but, damn, I need her to come first.
