“The taxi will be a few minutes more. They asked where we were going, and I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know if you’d prefer to go to yours or to mine…” He looks like he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, his hands shoved into his pockets.
I tug at his jacket sleeve, pulling his hand from his pocket and taking it in mine. I look down at his hand as I trail my fingertips down his fingers and over the back of his large, heavy hand. His fingers are long and agile but strong, a testament to his piano-playing ability. His hands show several small, light scars here and there, with one that spreads across two of his middle knuckles. I turn his hand over and run my fingers down his palm.
When I look up, James’s eyes are closed.
“Are you okay?” I ask, wanting to put him at ease. He turns his head to me, opens his eyes, and smiles sheepishly.
“Yes, I’m good. It was just relaxing, having you stroke my hand like that.” The taxi pulls up in front of us, and he steps forward to open the door, ushering me inside. I give the driver my address and settle back. Luckily, the drive isn’t far. We sit in comfortable silence, James holding my hand, his thumb stroking mine. I direct the driver to my house, and we both hand over a twenty pound note at the same time. The driver laughs, waving my money away and taking James’ instead. I’ll let him have this one.
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It’s dark now, the lampposts casting a soft glow leading to my front door. I search my handbag for my keys as James stands behind me, saying nothing, but his presence is palpable. The heat from his body radiates against my back, warming me. Tension coils inside me, the feeling of anticipation thrumming through my veins.
My fingers close around the cold metal of my door key at the same moment his fingertips brush my neck, sweeping my hair to one side. The warmth of his breath plays on my skin. He closes the gap between us, his broad chest pressing into my back, sending butterflies soaring in my stomach. His hands trail around my waist, holding me tight as he kisses down my neck and over my shoulder.
His kisses are firm and hungry, searching my skin for more contact. One hand trails up to my breast, massaging it, rolling his fingers briefly over my nipple and teasing a moan from my lips. His hips push into me, and I feel his arousal, hard against my ass. The combination of his arms around me, his kisses, and his tall, broad body against mine makes me feel completely surrounded by him, his warmth, and his scent.
His teeth graze the nape of my neck. “This door is taking a long time to get opened.” My eyes fly open. Fuck, we’re still outside, still in full view of the neighbours.
Hurriedly, I jam the key into the lock and push the door open. James crowds me, kicking it shut behind us. The house is dark; the streetlight casting shadows in the
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hallway. His arms stay wrapped around me, holding me tight against him, his kisses growing more desperate over my shoulders and neck.
My head drops back as he takes both my breasts in his hands, kneading them, sending sparks all over my body, making my pussy clench tight. Oh God, I want him inside me, filling me, feeling my walls tighten around him as he fucks me.
He pushes me face-first against the wall, the crisp cool of the plaster wall seeping through the front of my shirt. His hands drop to my hips, pulling my skirt up as his hardness presses into me, pinning me in place. My breathing turns ragged. He strokes up the backs of my thighs, trailing rough fingertips lazily, slowly, teasing the sensitive skin until I shiver.
“Tell me what you want, Iz.” His demand comes out breathy against my neck. “Tell me how to please you.”
I have to keep control, as much as my body wants to let go—I can’t.
“Your fingers… Please.” I gasp, needing to feel his touch, feel his fingers stretch me open, thrust inside me. “Make me come all over your hand.”
His fingers brush my inner thigh as he pulls the satin of my thong aside, stroking my pussy lips gently, parting
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them, running over and around my clit. I need more. More friction. More pressure.
“Harder, James. Fuck me with them. Fill me up.”
“Iz, you're so wet.” He moans as he pushes his finger into me. I gasp, feeling him inside me, the stretch so delicious, but I need more.
“More. Harder.” His other hand grips my breast, and his hips grind against my ass, seeking out his own friction.
He slides a second finger in, pushing deep, tipping my cervix and sending pleasurable shocks through me. “Oh God, yes, James, like that, harder, please.” He quickens his pace. His other hand abandons my breast to rub my throbbing clit as his fingers thrust hard into me, jolting me harder into the wall. His hot breath against my neck and thick cock pressing against me are overwhelming. My core clenches harder around his fingers, pulsing waves building up.
“Iz, come all over my hand,” he groans. “Please, let me please you.” His rough whisper in my ear pushes me over the edge. My legs start to shake as my whole body tightens, ready to let the waves of my orgasm take over me.
“One more…” I rasp out.
He pushes a third finger into my now-soaked pussy, giving me a burning stretch that sends me over the edge.
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My whole body shakes as I let out a long, guttural moan, and my knees buckle. His arms wrap around me, holding me up as his breathing steadies.
