My hands move to the clasp of her bra. "And when you swam in the pool, wearing nothing but that tiny black bikini? Fuck, Meredith. Your perfect ass cheeks on show. I imagined peeling itoff you with my teeth."The thought brings saliva to the corners of my mouth. My cock is already hard.
The bra comes loose, and I slide it down her arms, exposing her completely. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her. Full, perfect breasts with dusky pink nipples already hard and waiting for my touch.
"Beautiful." I cover one breast with my hand while my mouth finds the other. The noise she makes when my tongue circles her nipple nearly makes me come in my pants like a teenager. I alternate between laving and sucking, circling my tongue, and gently nipping with my teeth. I can tell she likes it by the way she's yanking my hair.
Her hesitation melts away under my touch, replaced by growing confidence. She grinds against me, creating delicious friction where I need it most. Her fingers tunnel through my hair, holding me against her chest as I worship her with my mouth.
"That's it," I say when she rocks against me more deliberately. "Just like that."
I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while my hands slide down to her hips, guiding her movements against me. Through our clothes, I can feel her heat, and it's driving me insane.
She tugs at my shirt, pulling it free from my pants. "Off."
I'm more than happy to comply. I help her remove it, and her hands immediately explore my chest; her touch sends fire through my veins.
"You too," I say, nodding to her skirt. She lifts herself slightly, and together we work it down her hips until she's straddling me in nothing but her panties.
The windows have completely fogged now, creating a private cocoon around us. Outside, the world continues, but in here, there's only Meredith and me. Her breath comes faster as I run my hands up her thighs, scratching my nails along the softness of her skin.
When I reach the edge of her panties, I pause, looking at her. "Tell me you want this."
Her eyes lock with mine. "I want this. I want you, Cole."
I slide my fingers beneath the panty fabric, and curl my middle finger over her crease, pressing against her clit and squishing her already wet and ready sex. She gasps as I touch her, press my hand against her. I slide a finger inside. First knuckle deep. She tenses instantly. Her hips jerk forward.
"So fucking perfect," I growl, circling my thumb against her clit as I slide another finger inside her. She's tight, hot, gripping me like a vise. "Look how wet you are for me."
Her head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. I lean forward to taste her there, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from her collarbone to her jaw while my fingers continue to explore.
"Cole." Meredith rocks against my hand. "Please."
"Please, what?" I curl my fingers deeper inside her, finding the spot that makes her gasp.
"I need … I need more."
I stretch her gently, twisting and lifting my fingers. I work them in and out slowly. "Like this?"
"No." She grabs my wrist, stopping me. Her eyes are wild, desperate. "I need more… Your cock inside me right now."
Fuck. Those words in that voice could make me do anything. I withdraw my hand and reach for my belt, but she beats me to it. Her fingers work quickly, undoing my belt and pants with surprising dexterity for someone trembling with need. She takes time to feel the outline of my cock through my pants. She runs her hand from my base to the top. Licks her lips. Closes her eyes and lets out a coo of appreciation, or is it anticipation?
Meredith frees me, and her eyes widen slightly. She wraps her hand around my cock, and I hiss through my teeth at the sensation of her soft palm against me. Soft, delicate, a light touch. Not a practiced firm grip. I have to close my eyes and think about security protocols to keep from embarrassing myself.
When I open them again, she's lifted herself up, positioning herself above me. I hook my fingers in her panties, hooking them to the side instead of trying to remove them completely in this confined space.
She sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch. The tight, wet heat of her engulfs me, and I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks. I can't help the groan that escapes me as she takes me all the way.
"Fuck," I growl, staring up at her. "You feel so fucking good."
She settles, still for a moment, adjusting to my girth. Her skin is flushed and sweaty, her lipstick smeared on her cheek, some mascara runs down.
And, ‘fuck’, I think to myself, Meredith remains the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.
"Look at you, baby. Taking me so well."
When she starts to move, I think I might die. She rises and falls in a slow rhythm that has me grinding my teeth with the effort not to thrust up into her. The sight of my cock disappearing into her body, then reappearing smoothly, sliding out, soaked, slick. Hearing the soft sounds she makes with each movement, the way her breasts bounce slightly, and our flesh slapping. She grabs at her breasts, and scissors her nipples between her fingers. Throws her had back, exposing her elegant neck.
It's too much and not enough.
