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We were drunk by the time we got back to my house, not on the champagne or the ridiculous cocktails Simone had brought over for us: I was drunk on her, on being able to touch her again and have her near me, knowing I was bringing her home to my bed. She giggled as I fumbled with the key, an arm around her, my hand cupping her breast and playing with an already puckered nipple.
"Maybe you need two hands?"
"Not to open the door, I don't. Or to make you come. I don't need any."
I decided to prove it as soon as I had got her inside, maneuvering her against the wall and pushing up the dress to around her waist, finding nude lace briefs that from a distance would make her look naked. "Next time we go out for a meal I don't want you to wear any of these," I pulled them down toned legs, my hands soaking in the smoothness. "And then I want to make you come on my hand while we order dinner." Her lids lowered, tits heaving and I moved my head between her legs, inhaling the scent of her and gave her clit a quick, light lick before looking back up at her.
Her hands fell to my head and she grabbed my hair. "Again," she said. "Do that again."
"What will you do for me if I do?"
"I'll let you fuck me and I'll come again all over your cock. Then I'll let you shoot deep inside me, over and over again."
I licked again, harder this time, making her jerk against the wall. I knew she would be quick, which meant she would come again easily after. "So you want my cock, do you?" I licked her from her pussy to her clit, lapping at her wetness like a cat.
"I always want your cock. I love your cock." She pulled me to her and I started to suck on her, changing the rhythm and supporting her legs with my hands, keeping her upright as she began to make breathless moans that were causing my dick to hurt, it was that swollen. I pressed down harder with my mouth, flicking my tongue and she began to buck against the wall, embracing an orgasm that shook her body.
"Bed," I picked her up and carried her over my shoulder, causing giggles and her to dig her nails into my back. Her ass stayed bare so I could keep a hand on it, playing with her pussy, teasing her with almost pushing a fingertip in. If she'd come without any penetration she was always desperate to have my cock or my fingers inside her straight after.
I put her down almost gently on to the bed and pulled her dress over her head while she was on her knees, noting the nude bra that pushed her tits together but didn't quite cover all of her nipples. While I stared at the site, she undid my trousers, pulling my cock free and bringing her mouth to it.
"Van," I said, her first suck hard and fast. "I'm not coming in your mouth."
She made a noise as if she had understood and then started to use her mouth and hand at the same time, licking the tip and the sucking, gently applying her teeth to the head of my cock before taking me deeper. Then all of a sudden, she stopped, removing her mouth and lying back in front of me, spreading her legs. Her pussy glistened, looking pink and swollen and I knew how tight it would feel around me when I entered her.
"Are you going to get inside me, Jackson or am I going to get myself off?"
"Fuck," I said, all other words beyond me.
"That's exactly what I want you to do. Fuck. Me. Now."
I leaned over her and guided my cock to her entrance, moving it around her slit and over her clit. She squirmed underneath me, trying to angle it inside and I laughed before I pressed into her hard, making her cry out, fingernails embedded in my back once again. Bucking into her again, I kept my thrusts controlled but deep, lifting her ass to alter the angle and hit that spot inside her that I knew would cause her to break over me and milk my cock hard. Her tits bounced in her bra, hair coming loose, her eyes on mine as she told me to fuck her hard and she loved my cock.
"I want you to come," I said. "All over my dick."
"Need you to come inside me," she said. "Don't you dare come anywhere else."
I used my knees to stabilize myself and pinched her nipples hard. Her pussy clenched over and over and I felt her fill up with my hot come. I groaned loudly, watching her expression, her eyes fixed on mine,
Somehow, I found the composure to stay upright, my hands soothing her tits and nipples. My cock remained buried inside her, semi-hard and I wished I had Friday off so I could spend the day in bed, switching between talking and fucking and loving her.
Her hands wrapped around my forearms and she smiled contently. "I think you've filled me," she said. "I need you to keep doing that."
"Gladly." I bent down and kissed her forehead, then her lips, moving us onto our sides, facing each other, her leg over my hip. "Every morning and every night and all day on a Sunday."
She laughed, moving my hair out of my face. "I think I love you," she said. "I think this is love and you're it."
She ripped my heart from my chest and owned it and I kissed her, softly, as tenderly as I knew. "I know I love you," I said. She kissed me, gently taking my bottom lip between her teeth, my cock hardening. "And I'll tell you over and over after I've had you again." I started to move, shallow, slow thrusts and put my fingers to her clit.
This time her orgasm was quiet, gasping. She clutched onto me as if she was drowning, relinquishing all her control to me. A few deep, hard thrusts and I followed her,
"I love you," she said, tucking into me. I held her, all soft skin and tenderness and all mine and I wondered how this had happened, how I had gotten so lucky.
Vanessa
Being held in his arms made me feel safe, as if I was cocooned in some luxurious bunker, one with extra firm muscles and delicious tattoos. I nuzzled into his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart, a slow, steady beat that I wanted to fall asleep to, but the pins keeping most of my hair up needed to come out and if I didn't wash my face, I'd have the skin of a hormonal teenager come the weekend.
