“West… please… Show me how you want me.”
My cock twitches as I lift her leg up and reach between us, guiding myself to her entrance. She’s already slick, ready. So ready.
I push into her in one smooth, deep thrust.
She cries out, her head thudding back against the wall. Her inner muscles clamp down on me, tight and hot and perfect. I groan, burying my face in her neck, breathing in her scent. Coconut. Salt. Jane.
“Okay?” I grit out, holding myself still, buried to the hilt.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Oh yes. Move. Now.”
I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, then slam home again. Harder. Deeper. A gasp tears from her throat. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Like that?” I murmur against her skin.
“Yes! Again!”
I set a punishing rhythm. No finesse. No careful control. Just raw need. The slap of skin against skin echoes in the quiet room, mingling with her breathless cries and my own guttural groans. I hold her pinned against the wall, driving into her with relentless force. She takes it all, meeting every thrust, her body arching into mine.
“Harder,” she demands, her voice ragged.
I oblige. My hands grip her hips, holding her steady as I piston into her. Her cries escalate, sharp and desperate. I feel her body tightening, coiling, the tension building towards a breaking point.
"That's it," I rasp against her throat, barely holding on.
"Come for me, Jane. I need—"
Her back arches violently off the wall. She shatters with a broken cry that destroys me, her body clenching around me so hard I see stars.
The rhythmic pulses of her orgasm grip me like a vice,dragging me toward the edge.
Her orgasm slams into her—back arching, nails scoring my shoulders—and I pull out before I lose control completely.
"Couch. Now."
I don't wait for her to move—I lift her, her legs still trembling, and carry her the three steps across the room.
She's gasping, clinging to my shoulders, making these small desperate sounds that are killing me. "West—"
"Not done." My voice is wrecked. "Not even close. Turn around. Hands on the back of the couch."
She obeys, unsteady, and I'm right behind her, crowding her space, my chest against her back, my hips fitting against her ass like we were designed for this.
"Spread your legs." I nudge her feet apart gently, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.
My body covers hers, skin to skin, my chest against her back. I can feel every curve, every breath she takes.
My cock nestles in the cleft of her ass, hot, throbbing and heavy. I'm shaking with the effort of not just driving into her immediately.
My hands slide around her waist, one splaying possessively low on her stomach, the other drifting lower, through the soft curls, finding her heat. She’s drenched with her cum.
She braces as my fingers glide through her folds, finding her clit. I circle it fast, then slow, then fast again, deliberately, feeling it swell under my touch.
“Oh, oh…,” she moans, pushing her hips back against me. “West…”
“Shh,” I murmur against the shell of her ear, my lips brushing her skin. “I’ve got you, little minx.”
My fingers continue their torturous circles.
