I couldn’t tell you who gave up on the clothes-tearing thingfirst either, but I again thought it was the both of us.
He’d yanked up my skirt and pulled down my panties.
I stepped out of them at the same time I unzipped his jeans.
My blouse was half unbuttoned and his tee was misshapen, butwe left them as they were.
I reached in, pulled him out and stroked…longandtight.
He groaned and I gasped when he lifted me up.
He pinned me to the wall then drilled into me.
My head flew back and hit wall.
Yes.
He thrust and grunted, “Mouth, baby.”
I bent my neck, gave him my mouth, and wrapped him up withmy arms and legs and held tight as Darius fucked me into the wall.
Eventually, all he was giving me overwhelmed me, and I toremy mouth from his.
“Harder,” I begged.
“Can’t,” he gritted.
“Harder,” I demanded.
“Can’t, baby.I’m close.”
“Har—”
I cut myself off, whimpering and moaning through a sharp,sweet, long, beautiful orgasm.He went harder, faster, drawing out my climax,then he tucked his face in my neck and groaned, long and low.
I had my cheek against his temple, was fiddling with one ofhis short twists in my fingers and taking him in.His spicy, earthy smell.Hisstrength surrounding me.His big cock still buried deep.
He moved his head so his lips were at my ear.
“He needs a growing man’s room,” he whispered there.
“Okay,” I replied.
His arms around me got tight.“Fuck, I miss you.”
I closed my eyes, and it was me who shoved my face in hisneck.
It took me a second to build up the courage, but I did itand then it was also my turn to put my lips to his ear.
“Whenever you’re ready, however long it takes, we’re waitingfor you.”
“Don’t,” he grunted, the word hoarse, raw.
“Baby, you’re giving him the room he’s been begging me for.You don’t think it’s true.But you prove it.Over and over again.You’re worthwaiting for.”
He pulled me off him, dropped me to my feet but held me tothe wall until my legs were steady under me.
He also tugged down my skirt.
