She came to a stop, grabbed my arms, and put them behind my head, her fingers squeezing my wrists before she pulled away.
I let her do what she wanted, mesmerized by this woman.
She did the rest on her own, wanting me to enjoy it without moving a muscle, feeling her smash my dick over and over, more cream building up at my base like she was a soft serve machine.
My arms rested across the back of the couch, and I continued to watch her, her beautiful skin coated in sweat, her muscles flexing, more beads of sweat forming in the line between her tits. Her hands used my chest and shoulders for balance, and she continued to bounce up and down.
I could barely keep my bullet in the barrel before, but now, I naturally suppressed it because I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to stop watching her work so damn hard to fuck me. Our bodies were so slick together, and she handled my big dick like she was woman enough to take it.
With her eyes on mine, she said, “You’re so hot.”
Whether it was sincere or just a tactic to get me to come because she was exhausted, it worked. My hands clenched the pillows that lined the back of the couch, and I felt my chest nearly splitfrom the breath I took. My mountains trembled as they cracked, and I released a fountain of desire inside her, an unstoppable geyser potent with my aching arousal.
I couldn’t keep my hands on the couch a second longer, and I gripped her tiny little waist, bringing her up and down on my length as I finished. “Fuck.” I tugged her hard as I pumped inside her, every muscle in my body so tight they were about to rip.
I gradually came back down to earth as she slowed and came to a stop with a pool sealed between our bodies. She still breathed hard, and her hair was slightly wet from the sweat. But I was so hard, it was as if I hadn’t come at all.
I threw her to the other side of the couch, a little harder than I meant to because my arm muscles were so tight.
She moved into the corner and immediately widened her thighs for me to crawl between them.
I pinned her in place then folded her up like she could bend in any way I wished. Then I shoved myself inside her, moaning when I was returned to paradise, and I fucked her like everything that had just happened was foreplay.
The couch was way too small for me, so we ended up in her bed. Not on different sides of the bed, but together on one pillow, her leg hitched over my hip, a bottle of wine on her nightstand because we didn’t bother drinking from a glass.
Her face was close to mine, and sometimes she would dig her fingers into my hair and feel the short strands. Other times, shewould trace my jawline with a finger. Touch one of the veins in my neck. She seemed as absorbed in me as I was in her.
I cupped the back of her thigh underneath the sheet as her knee bent over my hip. I’d fucked all kinds of women, short, tall, stacked, whatever. But she was more petite than usual. She was small but still had the tits and hips of a woman. I was an ass man, and while she had a gorgeous derriere, her tits were some of the nicest I’d ever seen.
Sometimes her eyes would drift from mine, but they would always come back. It was late, after midnight, but she was wide awake, like she didn’t want the evening to end. My phone had been left in my jeans on the living room floor. Whenever I checked it, I would probably find dozens of messages waiting for me to resolve.
The guys might even think I was dead.
“Can I ask you something?” she said quietly.
“Anything.”Jesus, who the fuck am I?
“Do you normally sleep with women bareback?” Her hand came to rest on my arm, feeling the separation between my bicep and my deltoid.
“No.”
She gave no visible reaction, but I could somehow sense a jolt of surprise.
“I always wear something,” I said. “You?”
Her fingers started to explore my arm again. “Me too.”
So both of us had turned into irresponsible idiots at the sight of each other.
“I guess that’s okay…as long as you don’t sleep with other people.”
Completely unhinged from the man I was just a few weeks ago, I blurted, “I haven’t been with anyone else but you since we met. And I don’t want to be with anyone else but you.” I’d never done this before, never pursued a single woman and excluded everyone else from the running, and I felt like a goddamn idiot every time I spoke.
But she smiled like what I said wasn’t stupid at all. Like she felt exactly the same way even though she didn’t say a word. She planted her palm on my chest and kissed me softly, kissed me with restrained passion, slowly curling up closer to me, her tits against my chest. “Are you real, Luca Fournier?”
I watched the guys load the bags into the back of the truck. When they were done, it was locked from the inside as well as the outside. The truck was both bulletproof and fireproof. No one was getting inside before it arrived at their destination. It looked like a regular black van to anyone who didn’t know what to look for.
I locked the back then knocked my fist against the back door.
