“Perfect match, huh?” she asks with a smile, her head leaning back against my shoulder. I press my cheek against hers, my hands moving to her hips, swaying us side-to-side. “That’s right. You challenge me while also lifting me up, keep me grounded while encouraging me to shoot for the stars. You make me feel like the strongest man in the world while also hiding me from worries when I just can’t bear it.”
Stroking my fingertips up her side, I slowly ease the robe from her shoulders, brushing the fabric down her arms where it falls the floor. I step forward, moving her with me so she’s almost pressed against the glass, my fingers lazily pinching her nipple. “How about now? Have you seen it like this before?”
“Oh God,” she gasps, her hips bucking erratically.
I drop my head so I can see her expression, her heavy-lidded eyes already drunk with lust. Lazily, I run my fingertips down her front, my middle finger just touching the top of her pussy, directly above her swollen clit. She rolls her hips, doing her best to force my finger right where she wants, but I stop, easing off.
Gripping the back of her skull with my free hand, I push her head, my hand on her pussy keeping her hips steady so she bends rather than steps forward. Head turned, her cheek presses against the glass, and I move my hand down between her shoulders, urging her to arch her back until her hard nipples just graze the cold glass.
Her breath is gasping, her chest heaving so on every inhalation her nipples run against the window, leaving a heated mark that disappears almost as soon as it appears. Morepressure on her shoulders has her nipples pressed firmly into the glass. “Stay like that. Don’t move.”
I slide my fingertips down her spine, kneeling as I follow the path down between her ass cheeks, and my line of sight is directly on her pussy. She’s wet, proof of her desire glistening right in front of my eyes. I press a kiss on one ass cheek and then the other, my hands smooth over the soft globes as I say, “Spread your legs.”
She does so without comment, the move pressing her breasts more fully against the glass as her center of gravity shifts. Using my fingers, I spread her pussy open, my tongue zeroing in on her clit, licking and lapping before sucking, hard, until she moans loudly.
“You like that?” I ask with my mouth still pressed against her pussy. She whimpers, rocking back against me, and I pull away slightly, earning a frustrated groan from her. I lap at her a few times, chuckling as she curses me out, so I sit back and say, “Beg me.”
Her frustrated curse is sharp, so I sink a finger into her cunt, pull out, sink back in with two. “Beg me to make you come.”
“Please, let me come,” she groans. “Please, please, please.”
I twist around, bracing myself with one hand on the ground, my mouth going back to her clit. My fingers shoved deep, I pulse them rhythmically, the cadence of my tongue and push of my fingers moving together.
Her gasps and moans increase, her hips rocking, She comes, hard, liquid dripping down onto my chest and stomach and I growl, fuck her harder with my fingers and mouth until she does it again.
She pulls away sharply. “Stop. Please. It’s too much.”
I contemplate continuing, of holding her down and forcing her to come continuously, but she’s already moving, attempting to turn, but struggling.
Smiling at her awkward transition, I assist her in straightening, not releasing her until she’s facing me, her legs steady beneath her.
“Did you see something new, babe?”
She quirks a brow, her smile sly as she nods, but then she’s retrieving her robe from the floor, uses it to wipe the wet off my chest. I stand there, happy to have her touch any way I can get it, but when her eyes meet mine again, she’s frowning, so I ask, “What’s wrong?”
She frowns for a few more moments, then appears to have some kind of epiphany because she smiles brightly, drops the robe, steps into me.
“How about we play a little game,” she drawls, her hand going to my cock. “Roll the dice on whether or not we have one more baby.”
“I’m listening,” I murmur, my eyes closing at her touch.
“On Monday, you call and schedule your vasectomy.” She squeezes my shaft, sliding to the tip and back down again. “But in the meantime, you do your damnedest to make it stick…again.”
Every ounce of blood in my body is now in my dick. “You want it?”
She nods, moves in close, her lips pressing against my jaw, along my cheek to the corner of my mouth, where she licks me. I smile and ask, “You like the way you taste?”
“I like the way I taste on your lips,” she admits, going up on her toes, pressing her open mouth against mine. She kisses me slowly, her tongue and lips dancing with mine, both of her hands stroking my dick until I moan. She pulls away, releases me, backs up until she’s against the window. “You should fuck me right here.”
I stalk closer, my hand on my cock, my eyes locked with hers. “Should I now?”
She nods, leans back so her shoulders are braced against the glass, her feet placed wide. Her shoulders move down, her knees bend slightly, her legs part, her fingers slide along her stomach to her pussy, where she spreads herself open for me.
Licking my lips, I step between her legs, my hand stroking my cock, my eyes now focused between her legs. I bend my knees, squat down and rub the tip of my dick in her wet pussy. I push in an inch, pull back, push in slightly more as I chuckle huskily. “Gonna give me a workout?”
Rocking her hips responds, breathlessly, “You and me both.”
I ease in and out a few more times, slowly sinking into her when she says, “Spit on it,” and so I do, pooling saliva in my mouth and dribbling it on my cock. Eyes locked with hers, I smear my saliva along my shaft, then turn my focus to her pussy as I slide my cock inside, slowly, firmly, until I hit the very end of her.
