Layla:
“Layla,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around her, my lips meeting hers. We haven’t even made it past the foyer, and we’re already in each other’s arms. When they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, it’s true. Every time Layla and I have to leave each other, my heart grows heavy. Then, when we meet back up, my heart feels happy and lighter.
“Gabe,” she murmurs against my lips. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
We deepen the kiss, and soon, she’s grinding her pelvis against mine, making me hard as stone. “Layla,” I growl softly near her ear.
She shudders against me, her hands going to the button of my jeans. Not to be outdone, I pull up her skirt, exposing her stockings as I push her back against the door.
“Mmm, I like.”
She smiles against my lips, but doesn’t say anything. I feel her pop the button of my jeans, then delve her hand inside. Finding my hard dick, she strokes the head, teasing me.
“Layla,” I growl again.
“Gabe,” she teases back, circling my girth with her fist.
It’s my turn to shudder. She jacks my dick, but is hampered by my jeans. Reluctantly, she lets me go as I push my jeans down. My dick springs out, the head weeping with precum. Layla wraps her hands around me again, but this time she smears her thumb through the bead of precum that’s dripped down the side of my shaft and uses it as lube as she strokes me. Damn, that feels good.
Her eyes meet mine, then she sinks to the floor. Lining up my dick with her mouth, her lips come around the head and she sucks me in, all the way to the back of her throat.
“Fuuck, woman,” I groan, the pleasure spiking.
She sucks and licks me, using her tongue to lap at the precum that’s liberally flowing out of me now. I’m so hard, I feel like I could blow any minute.
“Layla,” I say, helping her back to her feet.
I push off her suit coat, my hands going for the buttons of her blouse. I make short work of them, revealing her lace bra underneath. I let out a low whistle. “Damn, woman,” I say appreciatively, staring at her ample tits, her hard nipples already pebbled, clearly visible through the sheer lace.
I touch the skirt she’s wearing, pushing it up to reveal her stockings once again. It’s sexy as fuck, and I would love nothing more than to play with her in them, but I can’t wait. I need to be inside her. Shoving up her skirt, I find she’s not wearing any panties. Hot damn!
“Have you been a bad girl, Layla?” I tease, my thumbs brushing over sex.
She trembles, her legs jolting when I run my thumb over her swollen clit that’s peeking between her softness.
“Answer me,” I growl softly, pushing a finger easily inside her. She’s sopping wet.
“Yes,” she whimpers, hanging onto me.
“Good girl,” I croon, adding a second finger. I stroke in and out, but it’s purely for pleasure. She’s already soaked and ready to take my dick. Tweaking one of her nipples through the lace, she shudders.
“Please!” she begs, close to coming.
Finding her little bundle of nerves, I stroke it and she comes on a cry.
“Gabe!” she wails, her pussy spasming around my fingers.
Quickly, I replace my fingers with my dick, sliding into her still spasming pussy. “Fuck!” I grunt, her pussy grasping my shaft. She sways, the pleasure too great. Wanting to get her off again, I swing her legs around my hips and push her against the door as I hammer into her. “Layla,” I say, loving the way she feels. It doesn’t take much, a few thrusts and a pinch of her clit and she’s coming again, crying out. She shakes in my arms and her pussy strangles my dick and I’m a goner. Bottoming out, I feel a white-hot lightning bolt of pleasure rip into me, then I’m coming on a low grunt, my climax searing through me, my cum shooting from the head of my dick like a cannon.
My body is literally vibrating I just came so hard. I give myself a moment, then peer down at Layla. She looks straight into my eyes. “Hi,” I say softly.
“Hi,” she whispers back.
I kiss her, then hike her legs up just a bit.
“Ready?” I ask.
