Prince Walker
What do you want, Sasha Ramirez?
The words came out in a rush, but it was all that I needed. One broad stride took me to her, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, then jerked her hard against my body. Her breath hissed against my lips as I dropped my head and plundered her mouth. Then I drew her skirt up again and lifted her up, my hands cupping her bare ass as I felt her wrap her thighs around my hips. She ground up against my cock, her mouth not leaving mine, and if it wasn’t for sheer willpower, I would have exploded there and then. But I hadn’t waited this long just to blow my load like some horny teenager.
This was going to be sweet…so sweet.
The elevator slid open, and I carried her to the front door, our lips still locked, her arms twined around my neck. I brushed my thumb against the biometric reader lock at the door and kicked it open, leaving it standing ajar as I strode toward my bedroom with her still rocking and writhing against me with every step. I passed half a dozen surfaces that would all have sufficed for what I had in mind for her, but none of them would do…I needed her in my bed.
Her lips were feverish on me, moving over my throat, my face, dotting along my jawline as she nibbled and gnawed at me, making desperate little mewling sounds. I’d have been doing the same thing if I’d had the voice for it.
Jesus!Never had I waited so damn long to possess something. I set her gently down onto the center of the super length-kingsize that I was suddenly grateful for. I had every intention of taking her so hard we’d need every inch of it. She lay back, the soft gray bedsheets a sharp contrast against her ivory skin and auburn hair.That hair.That was next on the list – as soon as these fucking clothes were off.
I’d never undressed for her before, and I felt a surge of male ego as her eyes moved hotly over me when I began unbuttoning my shirt and shrugged out of the crisp linen. I spent a lot of time staying in shape, and never had it seemed more appropriate. I reached for my belt buckle, undoing it, then unbuttoned my fly. She licked her lips and reached up with her hands, fingertips stroking bare skin as I toed off my shoes, then dropped my trousers and peeled my socks off with them. It was all I could do not to flex for her in a display of bravado, but she was sitting up and tugging at my snug black boxer shorts. She pulled them down over my hips and my cock sprang free.
“Oh, dear God, you were telling the truth…” she choked out. I had no idea what she was talking about, but when she leaned forward to brush her lips against the spongy head, I was ready to confess to anything. I unpinned the crimson curls from where they were held captive on her head and released a satisfied sigh as they tumbled down around her shoulders.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, winding my fist into a thick handful. Then tugged her head back until her body was bowed backward as I straddled her thighs. The fucking dress had to go. I’d waited too long to have anything more come between us, and as she arched tautly, I yanked at the gossamer fabric.
“You’ll ruin it,” she gasped, but it was too late for that. I was unpeeling her like a ripe fruit, my hand roving over her bared breasts and then down as I stripped the layers from her. Now she lay framed in the ruined wreckage of her dress, and it was just as lovely to look at. With my hand still in her hair, I slid down her body, taking a nipple in my mouth as I pressed a knee between her thighs. She ground her pussy up against me and I felt my cock bob against my belly in approval.
“Please…” she whimpered.
Stillwith that word, and I chuckled. “What do you want, Sasha?” I asked, locking eyes with hers.
“I want your cock inside me,” she said brokenly, reaching for it. It was almost enough to make me come right there.
“Wait,” I instructed, and she whimpered as I leaned past her to my dressing table, reaching for a rubber in my top drawer. I knelt over her, letting her watch as I ripped open the wrapper and then rolled the tight sheath down my throbbing shaft. I knew I was more than average sized, but I don’t think my cock had ever felt this hard or this thick. She’d splayed her thighs wide, both hands moving down to spread herself, as if offering safe harbor in a storm. When I nudged my head against that dripping entrance, she splayed open like a flower. And then it was all downhill as I sank in and in until there was nowhere else to go. She’s set her feet flat on each side of me, knees bent, and if I’d worried that the force of my thrust would unnerve her, I was wrong. She met me halfway, our hips crashing together, almost bruisingly, and her eyes shot wide.
“Yes!” she shouted. “Oh, my God, yes!” I moved my mouth along her jawline and down the column of her throat as she arched against me, sliding out and then thrusting back in with the force of a battering ram. Too long…too damn long…I’d dreamed of being in her like this. But by the fourth or fifth thrust, I knew I couldn’t last much longer. It seemed like a shame to let it all be over in under a minute. She was running her hands up and down my back, nails raking over my ass, and it all added to the fire that was beginning to rage out of control.
I reached for both her hands, and threading my fingers through hers, raised her arms up and over her head. I shuddered with the exertion of holding it all back, sweat prickling on my skin as I slid in to the hilt, then stopped there, resting my forehead against hers.
“Is this it? Is this what you wanted?” my voice was hoarse from the strain of it. Her head dipped as she nodded, my arms framing her head, not letting her look away. “Like this?” I asked, bearing down and rotating my hips, pressing against that swollen nub I’d been tormenting these past two weeks. She hissed out a breath. I kept gyrating against her, feeling her arms straining against me.
“More?” I whispered against her lips, and she nodded again, arching up to take more of me in her as I pushed deeper still. And then it started…with a flutter…the sharp bursts followed by deep spasms that I’d grown to recognize as I’d felt them around my fingers and my tongue. And now around my cock as her orgasm surrounded me like a tornado. She’d released her breath in a slow keening sound that I hadn’t yet heard, but fuck, it was enough to take me with.
I thrust deep with a hard shout that I buried in the curve of her neck, my muscles clenching and releasing with the force of it. She pulled her hands free and wrapped her arms around my neck, her ankles crossing behind my ass as she clung to me.
For an eternity, we rode the wave together. In my whole selfish, miserable life, I don’t think I’d ever been this close to heaven. As her death-grip on me finally relaxed and she released me, I slid out of her and rolled away, feeling the hurt of it. Slipping the rubber off my still semi-erect cock, I tied it off and tossed it in the wastebin beside the bed and pulled her toward me. She was as limp as a warm wet rag, unresisting as I curled her back into the curve of my body. Clamping my arms around her, her head beneath my chin, I reached down and tugged the covers up over us. Sleep took me before either of us said another word.
