“S-Sam,” she whimpered, her fingers curling in my hair.
I didn’t waste another second, taking the taste I so desperately needed. And once I felt her explode on my tongue, I knew I would never get enough of her. She quivered in my arms as I took what I wanted, licked every inch of her pussy, and drove her to the point of screaming my name.
And it was better than any high I’d ever gotten in the ring.
Shoving the material out of the way, I tore my lips from her sweet pussy and got to my feet, crushing my lips to hers. Her fingers were at my shorts, yanking them down before I had a chance to, and then her leg was wrapped around my waist as I lifted her against the wall and shoved my cock deep inside her.
Eyes closed, lips parted, and a look of pure ecstasy on her face was all I needed to move my hips and take her against the wall. I’d remember that look on her face for the rest of my fucking life.
“Fuck, Cassie,” I groaned as her pussy clenched around me.
Gritting my teeth, I pushed through the way her body tightened around me, pulsing as she came hard. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long, not when she was strangling my cock like this.
My hips slammed against her with every thrust. Fingers tore at my hair, and her cries were deafening. And I loved every fucking second of it.
Gripping her hair, I latched onto her neck, sucking hard just before she tightened around me again, making it painful as I thrust into her one last time and spilled my cum deep inside her.
Her hands slipped free from my scalp, falling at her sides before her legs gave out and she nearly crumbled at my feet. Scooping her up in my arms, I kicked off my shorts, then headed for the desk chair, planting my naked ass in it with her in my lap while my heart attempted to recover from the heart attack I’d nearly jjust had.
“You’re all sweaty,” she murmured, her eyes still closed as she rested her head against my chest.
“I was out for a run. And then you scared the shit out of me with that ladder thing.”
She chuckled against my chest, not moving. “I was just putting up a bookshelf.”
“Don’t you have anyone who can do that for you?” I grumbled, pressing my lips into her sweat-soaked hair.
She shook her head, sighing slightly. “Don’t need anyone. I put this whole shop together.”
“Did you,” I chuckled.
“I’ve got skills.”
“Oh, I know you do.”
Finally, she lifted her head, smacking my chest as she glared at me. “Skills beyond that.”
Chuckling, I pressed my lips to hers, getting lost in the moment as her tongue slid against mine.
This was a new sensation to me. I’d never really taken any interest in kissing a woman, or even sitting with one cuddled up in my arms. But at that moment, I could sit there all day with her, just kissing her and listening to the cute little noises she made.
“I’m all sweaty and gross,” she murmured.
“Who gives a fuck?”
“I do,” she laughed against my lips. “I have to open the shop soon.”
“It’s six-thirty.”
My tongue slid against hers, our breaths mingling in a fiery passion I hadn’t ever felt before. I traced the line of her jaw with my fingers, desperate to feel her smooth skin as my tongue tangled with hers.
But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not when she was in my lap and her pussy was so fucking close. I slid my hand under her skirt, trailing my fingers up higher and higher until that warm, wet pussy met my fingertips.
She whimpered as I brushed my knuckles over her clit, drawing shivers from her as I kissed her harder.
She mumbled my name against my lips, but I didn’t stop, didn’t think of anything but making her come all over me.
And kissing her.
