“Yeees,” she whispers slowly before I steal the breath from her lips with another kiss.
Leaning back, she bites her lip, her eyes half-closed, completely lost in the sensation. “Don’t stop,” she breathes out, her hands clutching at my shoulders, desperate for more.
I can give you more.
I slip another finger inside her, increasing the pressure, and she cries out, her nails digging into my skin. My cock is strainingwith need, and all I can think about is sinking deep into her, feeling every inch of her wet, warm, perfect little pussy.
I wanna fuck her so badly.
She tightens around my fingers, her body trembling as I push her closer to the edge. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I know she’s close. Her body tenses, her breath catching in her throat, and then she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her. I keep moving, drawing out her pleasure until she’s shuddering against me, completely spent.
I hold her close, her breath warm and ragged against my neck. Trying to steady my own breathing, I attempt to calm myself, but it’s no use. This hard-on is here to stay.
“I’m on birth control,” she whispers, and my mind goes blank.
“You what?” I ask, panting as I kiss her cheek.
“I’m on birth control and clear,” she says again, a blush spreading across her pretty cheeks when she lets me see her face.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, both hope and concern clear in my words.
This is all happening so fast.
I don’t want her to regret anything in the morning.
Because I won’t.
She nods, her gaze unwavering. “I wantyou.”
Thank you, universe.
Turning her in my lap, I sit her on my knee before I push myself up from the seat to tug down my sweatpants, the cool air sharp on my already leaking cock. Then, together, we slip her sweats and underwear down, revealing the smooth skin of her hips and thighs.
With a firm but tender touch, I pull her back against my chest, feeling her soft curves against me. My lips brush against her ear as I whisper, “Then put me inside you, Amelia.”
Her breath hitches before she reaches down to grab my cock. She pumps it a few times, almost making me whimper, and then she guides me to her entrance. Slowly, she lowers herself onto me, inch by agonizing inch, and we both gasp when I fill her completely. The tight, wet heat of her surrounds me, and I have to fight not to just push her down on the seat and take her from behind.
I want this slow and steady.
“You’re so wet,” I groan out as she begins to move, rocking her hips against me, and I grip her waist, helping her find a rhythm.
The sensation is exquisite, and I can hardly believe this is real. Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, every movement sending waves of pleasure through me.
She moans in response, her movements becoming more urgent. “Fuck,” she gasps out, her head falling back against my shoulder. “Misha.”
“You like this, don’t you?” I murmur against her ear, my teeth grazing her earlobe before trailing hot, desperate kisses down her neck while she rides me. “You love being naughty for me.”
She laughs breathlessly, her body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, God, yes,” she cries out, her voice a mix of need and surrender.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper, though the words are rougher now, tinged with the strain of holding back. I know I’m not going to last long like this, fucking her raw for the first time, but I want to make it good for her. “Now come again for me. I want to feel you come around my cock,” I grit out, the need to drive into her with abandon almost too much.
Her body tenses, responding to my words, but she doesn’t come right away. The tension inside me tightens like a coil, ready to snap. I let out a low curse between clenched teeth as I increase the pace, thrusting deeper from beneath her, hitting that spotinside her with every desperate movement. Her breath quickens, her moans grow louder, and I can feel her getting closer with each passing second.
I reach around to her front, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing in time with my thrusts. “That’s it,” I murmur against her neck, desire roughening my words. “Just like that. Let go for me.”
Her hips buck against mine, her hands clutching at my thighs for support, nails digging in, leaving marks that I’ll feel for days.
Good.
