His hand slipped under my skirt, his palm pressing against my arse cheek, then he shifted his fingers to my centre, where the silk of the back of my thong was the only barrier. He pulled at it, grazing his finger down and under to where I knew I was wet, my pussy throbbing.
The tip of his finger played at my entrance then flicked my clit, a light, barely there touch. Then he withdrew his hand, leaving me cold and wanting.
“Open the door, Georgie, else I’m going to fuck you against it.”
I had no idea how my legs didn’t give way, or how I managed to get that key to fit. The door opened and we almost fell through into the hall, Seph’s mouth on mine, the door slamming behind us, then our hands became busy with tearing off clothes.
It was fast and needy, both of us desperate to have each other’s skin exposed. I dropped to my knees to undo his belt and his fly, hearing him groan when I pressed my mouth to the hard outline of his cock before I pulled his pants away, taking his boxer briefs with them.
He was long and thick and my mouth watered at the idea of having him inside me. I kissed the top of his erection, tasting the drop of pre-cum that had formed there and his fingers threaded through my hair, controlling how much I could take into my mouth. I’d already figured he liked to have control, and I was pretty happy with that. I cupped his balls, feeling the weight of him, hearing his sharp intake of air.
“Georgie, I fucking love what you’re doing but I need those tits out. We need to spend some time together. Come back up here.” He tugged at my hair, encouraging me away from sucking his cock, guiding my mouth to his while he fumbled with my bra strap. He stepped back as he pushed the straps down my arms, his eyes widening as my breasts were exposed, the cups dropping away.
I’d always had big breasts since the day I’d started developing. It seemed I woke up one morning and they were there. Small back, big cup size, with nipples I hated as a teenager but realised after a couple of boyfriends that they were manna for a man. Even after breastfeeding for a few months they were perky, with just a few silver lines from the stretchmarks caused by pregnancy. Seph was the first man to see these marks, and I suddenly felt self-conscious, hoping to god they didn’t put him off.
He ran his hands over them, brushing his thumbs over my nipples, fascinated by how they hardened even more under his touch. He pinched them, causing a brief sting and making me gasp and then he dropped lower this time, putting his mouth on one nipple and sucking gently, then doing the same with the other.
The fast pace from earlier had dropped. The desperation had faded, us somehow knowing we had all night.
“You’re like every wet dream come true.” He lowered his hand and cupped my sex. My thong was soaked, the white lace see-through with the dampness. He kissed my stomach, his lips touching exactly where a stretch mark was. “Everything about you is just so fucking gorgeous. Tell me you want me as much.”
His brown eyes looked up at me, tender and filled with a maelstrom of emotions – desire, lust, hope and that insecurity which I’d seen bubble just below his confident surface.
“I want you. In bed. Then we don’t have to move anywhere after.”
He stood up, picking me up with him, my legs wrapping around his waist, and he carried me upstairs to my bedroom.
I’d left a lamp on, anticipating that we might end up here, and I hadn’t wanted everything to be illuminated with the ceiling light, not yet.
He placed me down on my back on the centre of my bed, crawling on all fours over me.
“You said you weren’t on the Pill. Do you have condoms in here? Mine are in my jacket.”
Which was conveniently discarded on the hallway floor.
“Top drawer. New packet.’
“That makes me happy.” He reached over, giving me the space to run my hands over him again, feeling his abs and pecs, cupping his balls and giving his cock a squeeze that made him groan.
I watched him kneel up, roll on the condom, his gaze diving between my eyes and my tits.
“I want these to bounce when I fuck you. It was all I could think about before, in the meeting room. How they’d move when I was inside you.”
He manoeuvred himself over me, spreading my legs further with his thighs so he’d fit in between them, his cock lining up with my entrance.
I was so tightly wound up and desperate, I was pretty sure I was going to come as soon as he was in me. My tits ached and my centre was throbbing. A mewl came from me that I barely recognised and my hands clutched at him desperately, needing him to fill me.
Seph didn’t need the encouragement. He entered me slowly, watching my face intently, and I felt that sweet pinch of pain as my body expanded to fit him. I glanced down between us to see where we joined, the sight of his cock starting to fuck me making my nipples harden to diamond levels and everything tightened, the foreplay and dirty talk making my orgasm imminent.
His movements were smooth, slow, letting me adjust, maybe helping him hold on. Big hands held onto my hips, making me feel small and dainty, keeping me still while he picked up his pace.
“Your fucking tits, Georgie,” he panted the words. “Holy fuck.”
They moved with his thrusts. I wrapped my legs around his hips, allowing him deeper, the angle meaning he rubbed every spot I needed him to. I was aware of the moans coming from me, the gasps and the half screams as my orgasm came closer, my hands clinging onto his biceps.
I came hard, my whole body jerking, my pussy pulling at his cock. His face dropped to the crook of my neck and I felt his teeth on my skin and heard his muffled groan as he allowed himself to reach his own orgasm, deep, hard thrusts completely filling me.
“Fuck.” He slowed, still holding himself up, his arms shaking.
