I try to go slowly, to tease her some more, but she pushes against me, forcing my fingers deeper inside her and making her pussy scrape against my tongue.
Her moans turn to cries and curses, and it’s my name on her tongue that she screams as she shatters. She clenches around my finger in convulsive waves that leaves me wanting more of her. More of my name on her lips and more of her losing control. And most of all, I want to be inside her. I want to claim her, to fuckher so hard she cries my name again, and I want to do it more than just this once.
As I stand, keeping her hands clasped in mine, I look down at her, admiring the way her chest heaves as she pants and the glazed and hooded look of her eyes.
“Fuck,” she moans. “I’ve never come that hard. You’re an evil genius, and I hate you right now, but I also want you to make me come again.”
I nestle between her thighs, and my cock bumps against her thigh. “Which is it?”
My cock caresses her thigh, and she looks down at it and licks her lips. “Can’t it be both?”
“It can. And I’m not done with you yet.” I reach for the grocery bag on the counter, and I can’t quite get it if I want to keep her hands behind her back. “If I let you go, will you promise to behave?”
She tilts her head at me. “Depends on what you mean by behave.”
“I’m going to put a condom on and slide my dick into you and fuck you right here on this bench.”
She sucks in a breath, and her mouth pops open.
“You’re going to take all of my cock, and you’re going to come hard.”
She shifts her weight on the bench and lets out a little whimper. “I can do that.”
Her voice is a needy whisper, and I need to get inside her soon or I’ll come just from the sounds she makes.
When I release her hands, she brings them in front of her to rub her wrists. “Did I hurt you?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No.”
I retrieve a box of condoms from the grocery bag, and she snickers. “You bought condoms when you did the supply stop? Did you plan on fucking me?”
It was a last minute, just-in-case purchase. I wanted to be prepared for every scenario that might play out up here. And besides, I hoped it might come to this, even though I knew it was probably wrong and could lead to trouble.
“Willow, I’ve been planning on fucking you ever since you opened your sassy mouth at the center and called me sir.”
“Oh.”
I rip open the box and tear open a condom packet as I ask, “Are you on the pill? I heard these things aren’t a hundred percent safe.”
She nods. “I am. So you can dispense with that if you want.”
My dick jerks at her words. I long to go into Willow bareback, to feel her walls against me. But I always use a condom. It’s a rule of mine.
“I prefer to be safe.” I slide the condom on, and she smirks.
“Of course you do.”
She’s still being sassy, and it makes me want her even more. Nestling between her legs, I pull her toward me, and my body molds against hers as if it’s made for her.
“Enough talking.” My mouth catches hers, and it’s a long, slow, hungry kiss. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and her fingertips trail across my back. I moan into her mouth. Her touch is electric, and my body is on fire.
Her thighs part for me, and my tip brushes against her opening. My body jerks forward, and my tip slips inside. Heat sucks at the tip of my cock, and her pussy opens for me.
“Fuck.”
I grasp the base of my cock, looking for some kind of control. I want to take it slow, to tease another orgasm or two out of her. I know if I sink into her too fast, I’ll completely lose it.
“Willow.” My voice is a whine I don’t recognize. “I want to fuck you slowly.” I pull back and ease back in halfway.
