He takes my hand and walks fast towards the small side door leading to the basement, making me run in my high heels.
“Keep up,” he calls, but squeezes my hand and slows down a bit.
“I don´t think I can,” I gasp as I stumble.
“Then you should have worn your panties,” he says, but stops.
Then he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, carrying me the rest of the way.
Opening the door, he puts me on the ground and takes the few steps down in a few strides.
I flick the light on, and before I can turn around, I am pressed against the wall, his hard cock sinking into my bum.
“God, I want to fuck you,” he gasps and pulls my skirt up to squeeze my bare buttocks, and I moan aloud.
He kicks the door closed and smiles like a vulture.
“You can safely scream here, Kat; nobody is going to hear.”
***
Thomas
The ski room is dark, even with the light on.There is a bench and a wall.Nothing else to lie on, but the hell, like I care.
I finally have her to myself, after months of longing, replaying the one night I enjoyed her.Months of waiting for her perfect pussy, wet for my cock, her perfect pussy for me to ride.
Nothing exists now but us.
I know she wants this.
I´d love to make her beg, for all that teasing, keeping her distance, pretending she is not turned on every time we touch.
My dick is so hard it hurts.
But I have pictured this moment too long to hasten it.
I take a breath, calming my heartbeat a little.I´ve managed perfect self-control on the Streif; I can handle one needy pussy.
She's still fully dressed, and as much as I´d want to tear the little black dress apart, I won´t.I kiss the nape of her neck, brushing her ear with my lips, and enjoy how her ass squirms.
I am gentle, and it turns her on.
I trace her neck with both my hands, stroking her naked shoulders, my fingers finding the zipper and driving it down.She shrugs the dress off, letting it fall to the ground, and she´s exposed to my gaze.Her flawless, round ass, without the panties, framed by the garter belt and garters, highlighting her thighs.
She turns around to face me, locks her eyes with mine, and slips the bra straps off her shoulders one by one.I watch her, mesmerized as she reaches into her left cup and takes out a condom package, handing it to me.Then she reaches behind her back to unhook the bra.Her perfect tits break loose, and her bra falls down.
Her look dares me to move, but pins me in place at the same time.My fingers fumble with the fly, hands shaking a little, my hard cock sabotaging me.She unbuttons my shirt and shoves it to the floor, tracing her fingers along the lines of my muscles, clearly enjoying the feeling as I put on the condom with trembling hands.
Control, Thomas, control.
I know she is playing a game again.Daring me to lose my shit, to own me.But two can play the game.
I pin her against the wall, palm her buttocks, and raise her up.She wraps her thighs around me, one hand holding my shoulders, the other guiding my dick inside her.The moment I feel the tip touching her entrance, I thrust in with a raucous moan.
This is it, she feels so good, root deep inside this woman is the only place I want ever to be.
She moans loud and bites my earlobe.I pull out and push inside again.
