She abruptly stops at the bottom of the porch stairs and lets go of my arm. “I’m returning you to your cage and saying adios. So just give me the letter.” She holds her palm out.
“Follow me for a second.” I step up, and she surprisingly follows. Opening my door, we arrive inside, and I close the door behind me.
“Letter,” she bites out, motioning with her hand to give it to her.
“No can do. There isn’t actually any mail for you.” Honesty always wins, and in this case, I earn her growl which causes my dick to twitch every single time.
Her mouth opens but no voice can be heard because I’m slamming my lips down onto hers, guiding her back to my front door. In one thump, I have her trapped. Parting our mouths, I raise her arms above her head, shackling her wrists, and spear her with my determined gaze.
“Here is the thing. I don’t fucking share.”
Esme’s entire face blazes with excitement, and I see that she’s staring at my mouth.
“I’m not yours,” she whispers in her gravelly voice, issuing a challenge.
I’m quick to anchor my hand down between us, to touch her panties with her skirt now bunched at her waist, and she gasps. “I beg to differ. As long as you and I keep playing this game and my cock ends up in this pussy, then I’m not sharing. You’re mine.”
Our lips meet again for a rough and urgent kiss with her body pressing against mine.
Pulling the fabric to the side, I explore her already drenched pussy, my fingers going straight to her clit.
Esme coos a moan.
“Like that?” I husk.
She nods, her eyelids hooding closed.
No foreplay. Not now.
It’s a blur how I drop to my knees, drag her panties off, place a few kisses up her legs then stand before her as I unbuckle my belt.
I flip her around with her palms smacking against the door. The moment I slide into her, our sounds merge as one. I press further inside of her, and I can feel her body quiver. I encircle her wrists to keep them firm against the door above her head as I deliver a blunt thrust.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes with her cheek flat against the surface.
“I won’t if you tell me you understand. This pussy is mine.”
She bites into my arm. It’s not because she’s angry, it’s because my thrusts are hard and unforgiving. I wouldn’t bethis way if I didn’t think she wanted it, but I’ve already learned that our sexual wants are aligned.
“It’s yours. I only belong to you,” she rasps, and she purposely draws me closer by pressing against me.
“That’s settled then. Now let me ensure that you won’t be able to stand tomorrow.”
We work together so well that I’m not sure who is slamming into whom. Our bodies are flush, bringing us together as one, and my door is getting pounded and our breaths fast and heavy.
She turns her head to glance over her shoulder for a crushing kiss. It’s unforgiving, and we only give more, our tongues joining in on the ride by twirling around the other.
Holding her tight, we both work our way together to our end. Unloading into her, I’m seeing stars when I come with her. Only with her. Esme strokes her clit until she shakes around my cock, causing me to slip out.
I don’t like it when she slides away, but gravity is gravity.
She trudges up straight, and I step back, worn out yet still able to close my pants.
Our panting begins to subside, but Esme turns, with her back against the door for support, as she doesn’t seem to be able to move. She’s in a daze, with her hair wild and lips swollen. A beautiful mess that’s all my doing.
I return to her, swooping down to snatch up her panties. Our eyes lock as I step closer to her with the distance only just enough to enable me to tuck between us to wipe between her legs. The act alone is sensual and slow as our eyes don’t drift. Her breath speeds up as I clean her. I fix her skirt that is no longer gathered up, and I throw her balled-up panties to the side.
But now we need space, and the silence is electrifying yet unclear.
