She goes willingly, doing as she’s told, and I make quick work of getting a condom out while lowering my jeans.
I sheathe myself, letting the foil wrapper fall on the bathroom tiles.
Like I did before, I lift her dress, moving her panties to the side and lining myself up with her entrance.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I exhale, covering her hands on the wall with mine.
It’s not really the truth; I would stop at any time if she asked.
“Nash, please.” She begs.
I drive my hips forward, one single, hard thrust.
I’ve thought about this countless times since the first day of the class Taryn and I took together.
In my fantasies of her, she would be wet and tight, but nothing could have prepared me for this.
She’s so wet that I sink into her to the hilt like a hot knife through soft butter.
Her pussy feels like the softest, silkiest, tightest embrace I could have ever imagined.
She fits me like a glove, and my cock pulses, sending a dangerous wave of heat to the base of my spine.
There’s no way in hell I’m gonna allow myself to come before she does.
I withdraw just a little before sinking back into her, and she gasps, her inner muscles fluttering around me.
“Does it feel good?” I murmur in her ear.
“So good.” She squeezes me again, making stars explode behind my eyelids.
I hadn’t even realized that I had closed my eyes.
“If you keep doing that,” I pant, giving a soft bite to her earlobe. “This is going to be over too soon.”
If we get just one time, I want to make it last. I want to commit it to memory.
Taryn squeezes me again, and I lose my shit.
My hips snap forward over and over, and I go deep; as deep as her body will take me.
She arches into me, and even this, even being buried deep inside her, isn’t enough.
“Hold on to the wall.” I demand, wrapping my hand around her silky blonde hair.
My other hand goes around to her front, inside her panties.
I press into her, my movements hard and urgent as my fingers find her clit and begin rubbing fast, hard circles.
My hips grind every time I drill into her until I bottom out.
Taryn lets out a little scream and I fucking love it. I don’t give a fuck if our friends outside hear her. I want them to hear her while I’m deep inside her.
While we’re as close as two people can get. And yet, I need more.
I pull on her hair, twisting my fist to force her to turn her head over her shoulder.
I kiss her hard, keeping her head in place and fucking her so hard that my own knees feel like they’re about to give out.
