Wrapping her hands around my neck, Layla pulls me down for a heated kiss. Our tongues tangle as she moans into my mouth.
I love the sounds she’s making.
“Got a condom?” she asks, pulling back.
“Hang on.” I dart out to the living room, grabbing a condom from my wallet. When I come back, Layla hasn’t moved.
Layla’s eyes are on me as I tear open the foil pouch.
“Wait.”
Getting onto her hands and knees, she crawls toward me, taking my dick in hand. She gives me a solid stroke before licking the leaking head.
“Fuck.”
“So good,” she hums around me.
“I’ve imagined you doing this.”
“Oh yeah?” She pulls off me with a pop, continuing to stroke me.
Fisting my hands in her hair, I guide her mouth back. She opens wide, sucking me to the back of her throat.
“When you sucked your finger in your mouth tonight? I imagined it was my dick.”
The way she hums and vibrates around me has heat racing down my spine. I’m way too close to coming. And I won’t do it down her throat for the first time.
“On your back.”
Layla wipes the corner of her mouth before obeying me. I take back my earlier statement. Watching her like this is the hottest fucking thing ever.
Layla’s watching intently as I roll the condom over my cock.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
I squeeze myself, trying to stave off my impending release. This woman drives me absolutely crazy.
Settling myself over her, I line myself up and start to slide in. I can feel her pulsing still from her orgasm.
I thrust my hips, testing her out, slipping in just a little more.
“I want it all.” Layla wraps her legs around me, digging her heels into my arse and pulling me all the way in.
“Fuck!”
Fuck, does that ever feel good.
Layla echoes my thoughts. “Simon. That feels amazing.”
She rocks her hips, bringing me that much deeper inside of her. I pump my hips, relishing each squeeze as I dive back into her warmth.
Each brush of her nipples against my chest quickens my pace. My lips suck on the pulse pounding in her neck.
Everything about this moment is charged.
“I’m coming!” Layla shouts. Her squeezing around me tips me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I bite out on a growl, emptying myself into the condom. “Fuuuuck.”
