Page 98 of The Strength Of A Woman

My legs begin to shake while my chest moves rapidly up and down, pushing against his mouth.

My back arches and my hips push forward as he rides my skirt up, and he barely gets there.

Barely touches my slit through my damp panties, and a swirl of intense pleasure threatens to undo me.

“Stop for a moment,” I pant. “Or I’ll come,” I add with an embarrassed smile on my face.

He straightens, grinning at me with unfocused eyes, claiming my mouth again and stroking my boobs before grabbing my ass and grinding his hard cock against my abdomen slowly.

My insides are about to explode. The sensation now is even more intense.

Since his fingers are no longer there, they are even more needed there.

I grind into him as well as a blaze of dark fire sweeps through both of us.

Fiercely, we lock our lips into a kiss that is about to make us come. He is iron-hard against my body, and I’m wet, my panties soaked.

He slides his hand inside the back of my dress, his touch straight on my skin, and then inside my panties.

My pussy pulses and I quickly inch closer to the edge, a volcano of desire ready to swallow me whole.

I’m so hungry for him that it will take a long time to get slightly satiated.

Swept away in a trance, I move against him as if we’re locked on a crisp sheet on the bed. As if nothing awaits us in this world.

As if the only thing we are meant to do is this.

“Please touch me now. I can’t hold back much longer.”

Kissing me again, he pushes his hand down my panties, following the swell of my ass, and touches the throbbing flesh between my legs.

A shot of intense pleasure moves through me at light speed, making me shudder, almost tipping me over.

“If you know how to prolong this, I’ll forever be grateful,” I say, not knowing how to do it myself.

Trailing my neck again, he moves his fingers between my legs from behind, barely touching me, so he doesn’t provide enough pressure to get me off.

Stubbornly, I rub myself against the ridge of his erection, teased out of my mind, moving my lips and tongue with him in a lustful fest.

He seems to be getting tenser, signaling that he has a hard time holding back as well.

Crooked and twisted, my dress barely clings to me when he removes his hand from my ass and slides it under my skirt again.

It moves faster this time and grabs my pussy through my panties, making me scream against his mouth.

He laughs, and I do too, and then we kiss, while he palms my sex.

In no way will this slow us down.

We both just realized that we need to let things happen.

Moving the heel of his palm, he massages my clit through my underwear, making me taste the most delicious foreplay ever, before he uses his deft fingers and tugs the band of fabric strapped over my sex to the side, and dips them into a pool of wetness.

A sigh falls from my lips as I pull back to look at him while he intimately touches me.

“Callum,” I murmur, fully knowing that this is the end for me.

There is something so sexy about having the eyes of the man I’ve fallen for drilling deep into mine while he is touching me. Seeing him as high as I am. Noticing that he is ready to do anything for me. Holding that promise in his eyes that he is ready for me.