His hands move quickly in search of my breasts. He bends down to them and bites them through my T-shirt.
“Like the first time,” he pants, before staring at me, his eyes laden with desire.
“Just like the first time,” I say.
This is exactly what I wanted: another night of thoughtless madness, with no expectations. Nothing but our bodies, pressed against one another.
He lifts himself up to take off my top, then tugs his own over his head. He turns his attention back to my body, his chest crushed against me, his hands encircling my breasts, his mouth pressed on mine. He kisses me hungrily, as if my own urgency had been transferred into him. He takes my nipples between his fingers and rolls them, torturously.
“Niall.” My hands trail down his back, before reaching down to grab his butt cheeks, pulling him towards me.
“Fuck,” he sighs into my mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He reaches for the waistband of my tracksuit bottoms, before tearing them off and chucking them behind him. One hand is on my thigh, pushing aside my underwear; I feel his fingers slide inside me.
He takes a deep breath, enjoying the wetness between my legs; I’m ready for him. He shoves his fingers in deeper, before sliding them slowly out, studying my pained, ecstatic expression.
“Niall.”
“There’s no rush. Some things take time.”
I lift myself from the hay, making him do the same, before pushing his shoulders back. He lies down. I throw my legs over him and straddle his body, quickly undoing the button of his jeans. His hands wrap around my hips as I take hold of his erection.
“Fuck, Jordan. That’s not taking it slow.”
“I thought there were no rules tonight.”
I move on top of him, pressing myself against his hardness.
“You really know what to do – and not just with your words.”
He grabs my arse with his enormous hands and squeezes, echoing my movements on top of him.
“When I’m on top of you, I don’t stand a chance; but when I’m underneath you…” He breathes heavily. “I’m totally fucked.”
“That’s what I came here for, Kerry.”
“You came here to make sure I’m fucked?”
“I came here to take exactly what I want.”
Niall
Spurred on by her words, I push my hips towards her, begging her to take whatever she wants from me before I die right here, underneath her. I want to enjoy her sudden and unexpected desire to have me.
Jordan answers my prayers, leaning on my shoulders as I push aside her underwear. She slides slowly onto my dick, stripping me of the agony of waiting, just one second before the end. When I’m finally inside her, she moves her arse around on top of me. I have one hand echoing her movements; the other is holding onto her panties. She closes her eyes, letting her head drop into her shoulders, her wet hair trailing down her back. I tug her underwear in my direction, inviting her to watch me as my thumb starts to gently rub her clit. I move my hips against hers; Jordan’s eyes are fixed onto me, her lips parted, her breath heaving. She plants her hands behind her, onto my thighs, giving me a full view of her incredible body as it moves sensually on top of me. My hand slides across her arse, into her underwear, stroking the sensitive skin around her opening. Jordan stifles a moan as she feels my fingers playing with her: her movements grow erratic, as if she were losing control of her own body.
“Yeah, like that…” I lift my hips up as her body bends forwards. I push inside her with my middle finger.
“Oh, God…” She pushes her hands against my abs.
“Take anything you want, Headmistress.”
She leans her head forwards, her hair falling onto my chest as her nails dig crescent moons into my skin. My thumb is pressing tirelessly against her clit, my fist tugging at her underwear. I lift my hips quickly, pushing as deeply as I can, as my fingers playing slowly inside her.
Jordan moves desperately on top of me, her desire uncontrollable. She wants me, my fingers and my dick. Now.
“Oh, God… Like that…” My movements are suddenly sporadic, too, anxious to come inside her. “Come with me, Jordan. Show me how much you want it.”
