21
Robyn
Holy shit! Holy shit!
This isn’t happening.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispers.
Then his mouth is on mine again, and I cannot get enough air.
A soft, surprised sound punches out of me when he rubs on my clit. He swallows it with another kiss.
His masculine scent is everywhere, driving me insane.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my mouth. “You are so damned wet for me.”
I am. He’s right, and I have a feeling it’s about to get so much worse. The brush of his fingertips against my clit makes my hips buck forward, chasing him.
He works me there. The pad of a finger thrumming against me until I bite down on my bottom lip.
I groan.
He pushes one finger inside me, leaving the other on my clit. He pumps in and out of me while rubbing on my sensitive nub.Within no time, he adds a second finger, and I make a high needy sound. He pumps them in and out, slow and deliberate, the heel of his hand now grinding against my clit on each push, and I am gone. My head tips back against the wall. My eyes close. My hips are moving against his hand on their own. I’m chasing an orgasm I never knew I needed.
I’m getting wetter around his fingers, slicker, and I can hear it too in the wet sound when he draws them out and slides them back in. My breasts feel heavy inside the bodice of my dress. The silk has gone too tight across my chest. The fabric drags on my nipples every time I move.
“Hold on,” he grinds out.
His hands are on my hips. He boosts me up. My back drags up the wall, my dress riding even higher, and my legs go around his waist. The silk of my underwear is still pulled to one side.
“I don’t have a condom,” he rasps.
“I’m taking the pill. It’s over 99% effective,” I say in a rush.
The metallic rasp of his zipper is loud. He just frees himself, and I feel the brush of him, hot and heavy, against the inside of my thigh.
Oh.
Oh, yes.
Finally.
The thick, blunt head of him slides through my wetness, bumps my clit, and a sharp sound flies out of me before I can swallow it.
He lines himself up, one hand still bunched in the silk of my underwear at my hip, holding it out of his way. His eyes are on me, more green than gray. His jaw is tight. He looks angry, but I can tell that he’s turned on.
My mouth is hanging open. I can’t close it. I’m gasping for air.
And then he thrusts into me, and I yelp.
He bottoms out hard, and the back of my head taps the wall. The stretch is almost overwhelming. The full, hot, immovable length of him buried in me steals every breath I have.
I open my mouth to make a sound, and his mouth is already there, swallowing it, his tongue pushing past my teeth. He kisses me hard.
He starts to move, thrusting in and out; his cock is hitting all the right places.
He drives into me hard and fast and deep, every thrust shoving me up the wall a fraction, and I am clinging to him with everything I have. My arms are around his neck. My fingers are fisted in his hair. My legs are locked around his waist. The lapels of his jacket are crushed between us. My breasts are mashed against the hot, hard wall of his chest.
