No one else.
She nods. “Yeah.”
“Scream it.”
“Yes,” she calls out.
I grab her, pulling her up. “Be loud, baby. I’m sick of being quiet.”
I force her panties down her legs and turn her around.
“Get in my lap.”
I pull her ass down, her spine pressed to my chest and turn her mouth to the side so I can kiss her. Looking into the mirror, I can’t take my eyes off us. My hand slips between her legs, rubbing her clit, and her nipples are so hard and begging to be touched.
Digging out a condom, I rip open the package and slide it on with my other hand. She sits up and places a hand on the table next to us for leverage. Then, she rises up, and I fit my dick inside of her. She sinks down, sheathing me in her hot little grip, and I pull the rubber band out of her hair. The blonde locks drape down her back, and I place a hand at the curve of her hip, guiding her ass in and out as she starts to fuck me.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”
I wish I had that fucking collar. But I improvise. Wrapping her hair around my hand like a rope, I gently and slowly tug her back, keeping the other hand on her hip. I pull her again, like a horse on reins, and she smiles, moaning as she amps up the speed, riding me.
“I’m yours.” She plays with herself, her reflection in the mirror about to damn-well send me over the edge. “All yours.”
Slouching back into the seat, I watch her move, her gorgeous body so beautiful when it’s loving me. She won’t be in fucking clothes the rest of the day.
Leaning back, she licks the corner of my mouth, and a nerve shoots from my lips to low in my stomach, making me lose control.
In two seconds, I’m on my feet and bending her over one of the tables.
She grips the edge, propped up on her elbows, and both of us watch ourselves in the mirror. There are whole rooms beyond that frame, strangers coming and going, and I don’t even care if someone is watching us now.
And she doesn’t seem to care, either, loving every bit of this.
She moans and cries out, the table scraping against the floor as I pick up the pace faster and faster. “I’m yours,” she groans. “All yours.”
I feel my orgasm coming, but I try to hold it off to wait for her.
I squeeze the flesh of her ass, still fisting her hair. “Oh, God. Fuck,” I grunt.
“Harder, harder!” she yells.
“Oh, Quinn.”
Her pussy squeezes my cock, our two bodies just one muscle, throbbing.
“Yes!” she cries, arching her back and jutting out her ass to take me.
We come, gasping and moaning, her eyes closed tightly as I release.
I shake, struggling to take in air while sweat drips from my body.
Coming down on her back, I rest my forehead on her spine, both of us not moving as we try to calm down.
Opening my mouth, I feel the words there. I want to say it.
Do I love her?
Or is it just post-coital euphoria?
