Page 133 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“I trust you, too.” I toss the condom aside and kiss her.

I lower her back, lying between her legs. She brings them up around my hips. My cock is pressed up against her pussy, hot and bare.

And I can’t wait a moment longer.

I break away from her lips. “You’re sure?” I check.

“I’m sure. Are you?”

I answer that by pushing inside her.

“Jesus, Charly,” I groan, closing my eyes to the feel of her around my cock, hot and snug and so fucking wet.

“I know,” she says, her hands sliding into my hair.

“You feel incredible.” Lights are dancing behind my eyes. I’ve never felt anything like her before.

She tugs me down to her mouth and kisses me. I push my tongue into her mouth, taking control of the kiss.

Then, I very slowly pull my cock out of her, drawing out the sensation. When I reach the tip, I ease back in up to the hilt.

“This feels…I’ve never…not with anyone…God, Charly, you feel like fucking heaven.”

Her hand comes up to my face, her fingers dusting over my lips. I catch hold of her middle finger and suck it into my mouth.

I watch as her pupils dilate.

She pulls her finger from my mouth and traces a wet path between her breasts. My cock swells.

I pull back out again and reach my hand between us, taking hold of my dick, and I move him up and down her slit, wet and slippery. I tease her clit with the head of my cock.

“Vaughn.” Her back arches off the bed, her fingers gripping ahold of the bed cover. She fixes me with a stare. “I need you to fuck me.”

Moving my hand away, I slam back inside her.

“Yes!” she cries.

I take her mouth with mine and start to fuck her slow.

Only it doesn’t feel like fucking anymore. It feels like I’m making love to her.

I want to take my time with her because I want this to last. I want to stay here, inside her, for the rest of my life.

Her legs wrap around my back, the heels of her feet digging into me. “Harder, Vaughn. Faster,” she moans.

“Impatient.” I smile against her mouth.

But, in the end, I give her what she wants. I can’t seem to say no to her.

I pull all the way out and thrust back in hard.

“Yes! Again,” she cries.

So, I do it again.

I give her more. I give her all of me.

I make love to her in a mixture of hard and fast, slow and gentle until we finally come together, falling apart in each other’s arms.