“Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” he says. And then he stills my head and draws out of my mouth. “I’m not coming unless it’s deep inside your pussy.”
All at once I’m no longer on my knees. He’s lifting me up and taking me to the couch again. He places me down and walks across the room where there’s a bowl of condoms. He grabs one and has the foil torn off in seconds and he’s rolling it onto his shaft as he walks back to me. As if I’m weightless, he lifts me off the couch and brings me into his lap, so I’m straddling him. I feel the hard press of his cock against my stomach. He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks, sending sparks of electricity through my body. His hand is firmly on my back, kneading me as he lathes my breasts, one after the other.
“As much as I like your tits,” he says, “we don’t have that kind of time.”
He moves to lift my hips, ready to drive into me, but I resist. Not so easy. The heat between us is explosive, and I want to savor it. “Slow.”
“If I could go slow I would have let you suck me off. Now.”
I raise my hips and position myself right over his cock. So close I’m sure he can feel the heat radiating from my pussy. I look him right in the eyes as I let the first inch of him slide in. I’m holding his shoulders to steady myself, and as soon as I feel the delicious stretch of his head starting to fill me, I dig my fingers into his strong shoulder muscles. I want him all, but I also want to feel him all as he makes the agonizingly sensual journey deeper inside me. Inch by inch, I lower myself onto him, showing him that I’m absolutely serious. When I’m almost completely seated in his lap, I grab his wrists and lift them off my hips, pinning them to the couch as I take him all the way in.
“Fuck,” I can’t stop the word coming from my lips as I feel him bottom out.
I had to go slow because I don’t think that I would have been able to take him faster. But after I take every long inch of him, I lift up and I do it again.
Muscles flex under my hands, and I watch them tighten across his chest under twisting tattoos. “Faster,” he says.
“No.”
I roll my hips, slowly taking him deep, and gritting my teeth with the effort to stay slow.
There’s a spark in his eyes. “You gotta go faster, baby.”
Releasing his wrists, I kiss him hard, tasting the rich flavor of whiskey. “No.”
The rhythm of the music is fast. Pounding. Like the instinct is telling me to do with him. But I want every moment burned into my brain.
For a moment his head falls back, and he groans. But then everything changes. His hands fall back on my hips and ass, surrendering to the rhythm that I’ve set. Every movement is delicious and restrained, both of us breathing hard and practically shaking.
We’re at each other’s mercy.
I’m about to break—I can feel it, and I need him now. Leaning close, I whisper the word in his ear. “Now.”
He unleashes himself, fucking up into me at the same time that he’s pulling me down onto his cock and I’m rocketed into sparkling, shattering pleasure. With one hand on my hip, his other moves to where our bodies are joined, and he grazes his thumb over my clit again and again. It feels eternal and perfect, every nerve soaking in sensation. He’s groaning too, cock jerking as he comes, kissing my neck and then biting it as he drives himself deep through the pleasure.
When the world stops spinning, he’s still holding me, still inside me. I’m resting my forehead on his shoulder, just trying to breathe. My outfit is a mess, basically hanging around my hips. Slowly, I pull myself up and adjust the fabric so it’s covering more of me.
My anonymous partner is just spent as I am, staring at me. Only he’s still completely naked. I really want to move. There’s something nice about sitting with him, connected and resting. But this is just a one off. The perfect ending to a chapter. And that means I need to leave now.
Pulling myself off him makes him groan. I smile at that.
“What’s your name?”
The question is low and rich, his voice dark and rough in the aftermath of what we did.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to his ear like I’m going to whisper it. Instead, I bite him. Gently, teasing, enough to make him stiffen in shock for a moment.
And then I’m gone, walking out of the room without looking back. On toward my new life.