Instead, with our eyes still glued on each other, she kept her hands tangled with mine as I gently smoothed the top in place. And then as I slid my hands free to do the other stocking, she let go and curled her fingers over the edge of the table. Her knuckles were white.
I slid the second stocking over her foot and then up her leg and knee, and this time, she didn’t reach for the top. She let me tug it into place and then smooth it. She let me take longer than I needed to do it too, and when I looked up at her, she was breathing hard, a flush blooming on her chest.
I was touching her. I was touching her and kneeling in front of her and if I leaned forward, I’d be able to press my face to her silk-covered pussy and kiss her there.
I felt wild inside, unsteady and roiling like a storm at sea, and then something inside me just broke. Snapped right in half, because I couldn’t do it anymore, I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want her with every fucking fiber of my being.
I turned my head and kissed the inside of her stocking-covered knee.
Her breath hitched. “Nolan,” she whispered.
I looked up at her, begging for forgiveness. Or begging for more, I wasn’t sure.
And then suddenly she was grabbing at my dressing gown, urging me up to my feet, and I caught a glimpse of dark green eyes and a soft pink mouth before her hands sank deep into my hair and we were kissing.
Hard.
Her lips opened under mine, coaxing my mouth open in return, her tongue flicking wickedly against my own, and I groaned into her, my hands finding her hips and yanking her into me. Which is when I discovered that with her on the table and me standing between her legs, I was in the perfect position to rock my throbbing erection against her pussy.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hands moving from my hair tomy shoulders to my chest, where she found the lapels of the dressing gown and tried to shove it off me.
I helped, stripping it off my shoulders and then off entirely, letting it crumple to the floor as I dropped my hands to her ass and held her tight against me. I gave her a long, searching grind, relishing the moment I lined us up perfectly and gave her clit the friction it needed.
She broke off our kiss to drop her head against my shoulder. “Nolan, holy shit,” she said.
“Yeah?” I whispered, rocking against her again, dying at the feel of her cunt so soft and so hot and only a couple layers of fabric away. I slid my hands to her thighs, my erection surging against the inside of my breeches, aching to be let out.
“God, yes,” she panted as I kept fucking her through our clothes, holding her tight while I worked against her clit, and then she panted again as I dipped my face to her neck and kissed her there. Kissed her like I’d dreamed of kissing her for the last six years, with lingering lips and little sucks and nips that left behind tiny red marks that immediately faded after I moved on.
“Pretty girl,” I breathed, kissing her neck one last time before kissing my way back up to her mouth. “I want to play with those sweet little panties of yours. I want to push them to the side and see exactly what they’re hiding from me.”
“You—you do?” she said under my mouth, her words breathless and dazed.
“I do,” I said. “I want to see where you go all pink and wet. You are wet, aren’t you? If I touched you, you’d be so slick that my fingers would slide right inside?”
“God,” she said. “Yes.”
I wanted to wedge a hand between us and do all the things I’d just talked about, but then her head dropped back and her lashes were fluttering as if she were struggling to keep her eyes open. “I think I’m—” She huffed out something that was half a moan and half a laugh, as if she couldn’t believe it. “I think I’m going to come. Jesus Christ. I’m going to come from this. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
As if I could keep myself from rocking against that hot pussy. As if I could keep myself from being the one to make Bianca von Honey orgasm with nothing more than a dirty little dry hump before sevena.m.
And orgasm she did, her hands finding my ass and gripping hard as her mouth dropped into a big O and the flush crawled all the way up her neck. I could feel her body tense against me, I could feel the faint flutters of her sex, and the way her thighs wrapped tight around my hips, as if to make sure I wasn’t going to go anywhere until she was done using me.
Like I would. If I had my way, I’d stay here in this room with her forever, letting her use me as many times as she needed to get off. It was the hottest thing I’d ever felt, the sexiest thing I’d ever done, and then I was lost to the feeling of it, to the need to move and rut and come.
“Yes,” she purred in my ear, her hands sliding between us, and then suddenly my breeches were undone and my cock was free, burning against the cool air of the room like it was a brand.
She leaned back a little and then finally made all my dreams come true. She tugged the crotch of her panties to the side, showing me her cunt, and before I could finish having an out-of-body experience at the sight, she took hold of my erection andpressed it against her. We were able to grind together like we were doing before—but now we were skin to skin. Sex to sex.
We met eyes as she tucked the top of her panties around me. My shaft was inside her boy shorts, the fabric keeping us pressed together, and now when I moved—
“Oh shit,” I said, shuddering so hard I was sure I was about to shudder all the way apart. “Your pussy, holyshit—”
She giggled, her eyes flashing all sweet and teasing and green up at me, and it was so different from how she was on her ClosedDoors account. She wasn’t being sultry or pouty, buthappy. Like she was havingfun.
And her pussy was so very slippery; it was so very warm and so soft, and even just grinding against it was too much, I’d never survive being inside, never ever.
My balls drew up tight to my body, full and ready, and then I pushed against her again, feeling that inevitable fire at the base of my spine, that tension in my thighs and stomach as my body prepared to give her everything I had. I was about to come all over my perfect obsession, erupt all over my dirty fantasy come to life.
