“Yeah,” she panted, but then she looked around, like she wasn’t so sure. “Let’s goupstairs.”
So I got to my feet, a little shakily, picked her up, wrapped her legs around my waist, and carried her up the stairs. As I did that, she kissed me, delving her tongue in my mouth, her hands in my hair again. She sucked on my mouth and moaned as she ground her pussy againstme.
By the time I managed to find a bedroom and throw her down on the bed, my dick was trying to drill right through myjeans.
“Please tell me you have condoms,” I said, my voice rough, as I tore off her panties and shoved her thighs apart. “Because if I eat your pussy much longer and I can’t fuck you, my heart’s gonna explode.” I didn’t bring any condoms with me; I hadn’t been thatoptimistic.
“Yes,” she breathed as I kissed my way up her thigh, toward her clit. Then she gasped, moaned, and clawed at my hair as I went down on heragain.
This time, I did not go slow. I did not hold back. All my patience had fled, along with any lingering reservations aboutthis.
Fuckreservations.
Fuck theband.
This washappening.
I ate her until she was dripping. She was writhing, shaking, hyperventilating, and I knew she was a mere tongue-stroke away from total-body rapture. I managed to stop and get my shit together enough to stumble over to the bedside table, where she pointed me, and find the box ofcondoms.
It was a new box, so I got to tear it open without mentally counting how many condoms were missing and wondering who she’d used them with. Last thing I wanted to think about right now—or ever—was Elle fucking Ash or anyoneelse.
I shoved my jeans down, my hands fumbling. I was vibrating with lust, my heart pounding, blood thudding through my veins. I took a breath, knowing I had to calm the fuck down. That, or I was gonna blow my load the second Elle touched mydick.
While I got the condom on, Elle came to me and managed to tear off my clothes. She was still wearing her dress and I ripped it up over her head. I was amazed, actually, that we were both able to stand with so little blood in our heads. She looked dazed with desire, her lips flushed, as she ran her hands slowly down mychest.
We were nakednow.
I was naked withElle…
I cupped her firm, perfect breasts; they fit my hands like they were meant for me. She grabbed my cock and squeezed, tugging me with her, toward the bed, and I groaned, my eyes rolling closed. There was a part of me that couldn’t believe this was happening. It was just toosurreal.
Then I opened my eyes—because the rest of me was vividly focused on the fact: this was real, and I wasn’t fucking itup.
I laid her out on the bed and kissed her everywhere I hadn’t yet kissed her, stalling to give my dick some time to adjust to this new reality. I let my tongue linger on the little indentations inside her hips… on her nipples… on her neck… when her responses told me she liked that—a lot. Then I explored her pussy with my fingers, finding her slippery opening and nudging a fingertip inside, making sure she was ready… but she was soppingwet.
“Fuck me…” she whispered, squirming beneath me,impatient.
So I fuckedher.
I braced myself over her and pushed my cock into her, slow. Then I did it again… slow, deeper. Then faster, as the rhythm of her hips urged meon.
Elle met every thrust, her hands squeezing my ass. I gave it to her how she wanted it, letting her cries and her hips and her hands guide me. Long, deep strokes; that’s how she wanted it,mostly.
Then, suddenly, she wanted it harder. She got louder. She dug her nails into my ass and pulled me deeper. And I gave up on trying to hold back. I gave her what she wanted, hard, in a relentless rhythm that had us both gasping forair.
I knew I should’ve cared that this was a bad idea. I should’ve cared about the complications and the bad karma and the just plain stupidity ofthis.
Ididn’t.
All I cared about anymore was worshipping Elle’s pussy… and getting heroff.
I was so focused on it, I could feel the responses in her body as I drove her there. I could feel her tightening around me. I could feel her ecstasy rising through her in a rolling wave about to crash. And when she smashed apart, I sealed my mouth over hers, feeling her shudder and shake and melt in bliss beneathme.
It yanked me right over theedge.
I went with her… coming, hard, deep in her sweetpussy.
The sense of connection was head-spinningerotic.
