“Shut up and kiss me,” she demanded, her voice edged with that fire that always lit me up.
I obeyed without a second thought, crashing my mouth back to hers, tongue plunging deep to tangle with hers in a messy, hungry slide. We rocked against each other with pure need, my hips bucking up, her pelvis rolling down to meet me. Her fingers dove into my hair, yanking hard at the roots, the sharp pull making my scalp sting and my dick twitch harder, leaking more precum into my soaked boxers.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locking at the small of my back, heels digging into my ass to haul me in tighter. The position lined us up perfect, her spread thighs cradling my hips, letting me thrust right against her slit. Each roll dragged the length of my cock over her clit, the heat of her pussy radiating through her shorts, the fabric damp and clinging as her arousal seeped out.
“More,” she gasped against my mouth. “Caelan, please...”
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her lips were puffy and red from kissing, her cheeks were flushed deep pink, eyes were glazed with lust. Her blouse had come untucked, revealing a strip of bare skin at her waist, and fuck, I needed my tongue there, sucking on that soft skin until she arched.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“I want to take my time with you,” I rasped, voice gravelly from the strain. “I want to strip you naked and run my mouth over every curve. Bury my face between your thighs and lick your pussy until you’re screaming my name. I want to make you come on my tongue, then my fingers, then my cock. I want to spend hours learning what makes you fall apart.”
She whimpered, her hips bucking against me.
“I want to feel you stretched around me,” I kept going, thrusting rougher now, eyes locked on hers as they rolled back. “Feel how tight you are, how wet. I want to fuck you slow and deep until you forget everything but my name. Want to feel you come on my cock, squeezing me so tight I can’t hold back, your cream coating me as I fill you up.”
“Caelan...” Her voice broke, wrecked and pleading.
“But right now,” I snarled, the wolf clawing at my control, “right now I’m so fucking desperate for you that I can’t think straight. Right now I just need to feel you. Need to watch you fall apart for me.”
“Then make me,” she breathed, eyes fierce. “Make me fall apart.”
I dove back in, kissing her filthy and deep, tongue fucking her mouth like I’d soon fuck her pussy. My hands found her hips and I set the pace, showing her how to move against me for maximum friction so the hard ridge of my cockhead rubbed directly on her clit with every grind. She caught on quick, circling her hips in tight, urgent loops, the pressure making my vision blur.
The noises she made, soft pants turning to throaty moans, little whines that vibrated against my lips, burned into my brain, fuel for every fantasy I’d jerked off to.
I was damn sure they were going to haunt my dreams forever.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, nipping her lower lip. “Just. Like. That. Use me. Use my cock, grind on it. Take what you need from me.”
Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in even through my shirt, leaving hot trails on my skin. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat. I couldn’t resist. I leaned in and sucked at her pulse point again, feeling her heartbeat against my tongue.
“Caelan...” My name came out as a prayer. “Oh god, Caelan...”
I could feel her getting close. Her thighs trembled around me, the scent of her wet pussy hitting me like a drug. I ground deeper, inhaling her arousal like it was oxygen.
“You’re so wet for me,” I groaned against her throat. “Drenching your shorts, soaking my jeans. Fuck, Riley, I can smell how bad you want it.”
She whined, high and desperate, body coiling tighter.
“When I get you naked,” I promised, “I’ll drop to my knees and taste every drop. I’m going to tongue-fuck your pussy, suck every drop and lick you clean, then keep going until you’re gushing on my face, begging me to stop, fuck you instead.”
Her movements became frantic. Her breathing was ragged, punctuated by gasps and moans that made my cock throb.
I was so close. The pressure was building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up, every muscle in my body tensing. Thirty and some years of existence and no one had ever made me feel this way. No one had ever driven me this insane with need.
“Riley.” My words cracked. “I’m gonna...”
“Me too,” she gasped, clinging harder. “Oh god, me too...”
I thrust against her one more time, hard, grinding my cock against her clit through our clothes. At the same time, I bit down on her neck, just hard enough to leave a mark. Not enough to damage the skin.
She came with a cry, her whole body shaking, her fingers clawing at my back hard enough to leave welts. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, and I could feel it even through our clothes, could feel the waves of her orgasm rolling through her as she rode it out. Fuck, she was stunning.
And then I followed her over the edge.
The orgasm tore through me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. I buried my face in her neck, groaning deep as the orgasm exploded, cock jerking in my pants, cum shooting thick ropes into my underwear, hot and endless. It was harderthan I’d ever come in my life, spilling load after load in pulses that left me shaking, legs weak, but gods, with her trembling in my arms, it was worth every drop.
