“Oh Gosh,” she moaned and dug her teeth into her bottom lip.
“No.” Abandoning her breast, I brought my thumb to her mouth and pulled her lip free. “Let me hear you. Please.”
“Ross. Touch me, please.”
I slipped my hand around to her nape and brought her head down so I could see her face. The other I brought under her skirt. “Is this where you need me?” I barely recognised my silky voice.
“Yes,” she whimpered, nodding her head.
Feeling the edge of a stocking instead of a pair of tights I needed to work around was a pleasant surprise. Finding her knickers already damp between her legs almost made me come in my trousers.
Holy fuck.
Autumn urged her core against my fingers, begging for some friction.
“Oh Gosh, Ross!” Her heated little gasp when I slipped my fingers under the fabric and, once I’d coated them in her arousal, inside her slick cunt, was the best thing I’d ever heard.
“Can you take your jumper off for me, Autumn?”
“Uh-huh.” She fought it up and over her head, dropping it carelessly on the floor.
“And that bra, too?” I asked, my voice pitching down another octave.
She obeyed in an instant.
“Gods, you’re so beautiful.” Arching her head back, I brought my muzzle to her tit, sucking her nipple between my lips.
Once more she sighed my name, so desperately I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Do you want to take it to the bedroom, Little Fairy?” I asked her in a pleading voice. “I’m tested and have an implant. And condoms.”
She looked up at me from under her lashes. “I’m tested, too. Can we ditch the condoms? Please, Ross.”
Taking my fingers out of her, I lifted her to her feet and carried her to the bedroom. Once I set her on her feet there, I struggled with her skirt.
“I’ll get myself naked, and you take your own clothes off, how about it?” she teased.
I wrenched my trousers off, groaning with relief when I freed my cock, and watched her take that pretty green skirt off.
“Oh, fuck me.” Gripping my length, I gave myself a lazy stroke. “Take your knickers off and get back on my lap.”
She shimmied them down her thighs, exposing the trimmed hair at her core and a glimpse of her slick cunt.
She’s dripping with it.
I helped her climb back up, positioning her on my head, and holding her hands as she slowly sank down.
Fuuuck.
Letting gravity work its magic, her body opened around me, driving me out of my mind.
I groaned and prayed for mercy and the ability to hold out a bit longer. Her gaze travelled up to meet my eyes as her cunt stretched even more.
“Don’t hurt yourself, my sweet Autumn,” I said, bringing our clasped hands up to stroke her sweaty cheek.
“It doesn’t hurt, oh God.” With a gasp she used my hand for leverage and raised herself up on my length. “You feel so fucking good, Ross.” The red in her cheeks darkened even more at her use of that pet name. Again she pushed herself up, until we had established a rhythm.
It left us both breathless and moaning.
