My Fake Fling - Page 62

REESE

Icouldn’t stop. It was like trying to take just one bite of a delicious chocolate. I had been teased to my limit. The woman had driven me mad for weeks. It wasn’t her fault. It was me. I was crazy about her. She had left me with blue balls without even trying.

Her fingers were weaving through my hair. Something I remembered she always did. It was the one little thing she did that always sent shivers down my spine. It was her thing. Other women tried to do it, but none of them did it the way she did. No one ever made me feel the way she did. My erection was straining to be freed from the confines of my briefs. It almost hurt.

The kissing had left me feeling dizzy. More like the flow of blood from my brain was leaving me lightheaded. I pulled my mouth from hers and quickly checked to see how far we were from a couch. I gently guided her back to the couch and lowered her body, with my own body following close.

My hand rested against her face with the bulk of my body pressing against hers. I stared into her big brown eyes. I half-expected her to tell me to get off her. We’d been doing this dance for weeks. I was sure I had picked up on some signals from her.

“I’ve missed you,” I said.

A small smile spread over her lips. “I’ve missed you.”

“We’re all alone up here.” I felt the need to reassure her.

“Good, because I would hate for someone to see us naked.”

That was the only approval I needed. I kissed her again with my hand sliding up her body. With some maneuvering, I pushed myself off her enough to give me room to work with. I immediately massaged her breast through the fabric of the pretty dress she had worn tonight.

Her hands roamed over my body with a furiousness I felt to my very core. As much as I wanted to enjoy the kissing and foreplay, it had been too damn long since I had been with her. She was always the woman I wanted.

My hand dropped to her knee and slid up her dress. I wanted her naked. I wanted all her bare skin rubbing against mine. I knelt beside the sofa and lifted her up. She knew exactly what I wanted. She twisted and gave me her back. I quickly unzipped the dress and, with her help, pulled it down her arms. The lacy bra she wore teased my senses. I lowered my mouth to her nipple with the rough lace scraping my lips. Her back arched and a gasp escaped her lips.

It was too much. I jumped up and shrugged out of my jacket while kicking off my shoes. I didn’t care if it wasn’t suave or cool. She giggled and slowly got up from the couch as well. Unlike my frantic nature, she slowly pulled off the dress before walking to one of the chairs and carefully draping it over the back. The view of her perfect ass in the thong was too much. I nearly tripped as I stepped out of my pants in my rush to get to her. I stumbled against her. My arms immediately wrapped around her waist and jerked her ass against my crotch. My mouth opened wide and sucked the flesh at the base of her neck.

I slid my hands down her belly and between her legs. Heat emanated from her molten core. Memories of being with her all those years came bubbling to the surface. It felt the same and different all at the same time.

She turned in my arms and put her arms around my neck. “Did you ever think we’d be here?” she asked softly.

“Here on the roof of my building?” I teased.

“That too.”

“No,” I answered honestly. “I never imagined I would ever get to talk to you again, let alone do this.”

She dropped one hand away and immediately grabbed my cock. She leaned against me as she gently squeezed. Heat exploded between us, but I was still craving that skin-on-skin contact. I was wearing just my shirt while she had on her bra and panties. I groaned and dropped my head as her hand continued to stroke over my cock.

“I need you,” I managed to say. My throat was dry, and the words sounded like a frog was speaking them.

“I’m right here,” she whispered.

I reached for my shirt and tugged it over my head after having to stop and undo a couple of buttons. Then it was another furious rush to get her bra off. Once we were both totally nude, we stood in front of each other with the soft white lights overhead and surrounded by the city below us. It was both wild and crazy and the biggest turn-on I had ever experienced.

She took control and started to push me toward the couch. I stopped long enough to grab the condom from my suit jacket.

“You planned this?” she asked.

“No, but a man never leaves home unprepared,” I said. “If there was even a point zero one percent chance, I was going to be ready.”

She smiled while I quickly rolled the condom on. “Sit down,” she ordered. “Get comfortable.”

“Gonna have to change these cushions.” I chuckled and sat my bare ass down on the couch.

She sauntered toward me and gracefully straddled me. Her hand touched my cheek before she passionately kissed me. The moment our bodies joined together, it was like no time had passed. Neither of us rushed to the finish. We took our time enjoying the moment of being together like this once again. Her sweet body gently rode mine while my hands caressed her breasts. She kissed me and then pulled back. Her back arched with her head leaning back. Her long hair brushed over the top of my thighs.

I leaned forward and kissed one pert nipple and then the other. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Just like that. Ride me, baby. Ride me.”

She replied with a moan. Her hips rolled once and then again. My hand pressed against her chest, pushing her back and changing the penetration. She cried out and started to move faster. I immediately pulled her against me. Our mouths melded together as she bounced on my dick. My hands were in her hair pulling and tugging as we hurled toward the climax awaiting us.

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