I wrap my lips around the head and stretch my mouth as wide as I can, working my way down. Then he thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, making me choke and my eyes start to water.
He hears me choke and tugs my hair to pull me off of him, but I look up at him through my lashes and shake my head as much as I can, letting him know I’m not stopping.
So he keeps hold of my hair and thrusts deep into my mouth making me moan around his dick.
I remove one of my hands from his shaft, and bring my fingers to my center, rubbing my clit in the same tempo that I’m pumping his cock. I’m soaked, and not just from my orgasm from before. My mouth barely goes past his crown, so I take short, shallow pulls on his head, and I can feel him twitch in my hand.
He continues to fuck my mouth as I suck, both hands on the top of my head now holding me in place. My eyes are watering, and I can feel the saliva dripping out of my mouth, but I don’t stop. His hips start to piston a little faster, then he abruptly pulls his dick out of my mouth. “I want to finish inside you.” He releases my hair and reaches under my arms to pull me on top of him, my wet pussy sliding against his rock hard cock.
“Inside me. Now,” I demand.
“I need a condom,” he says, lifting me off of him, rolling to the side and grabbing his jeans from the floor. Within seconds, he’s got the condom on.
Instead of climbing back on the bed, he holds his hand out to me, his eyes meeting mine.
“We might not be able to tell people about us outside this window, but in this room, I want the world to see who owns this pussy.”
Taking his hand, I let him lead me to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glittery lights of Manhattan like a spotlight on us.
He looks fierce when he reaches down and lifts me under my thighs, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, my arms over his shoulders.
“Look at me, Eva,” he commands.
I look into his blue eyes, as he reaches between us and positions his crown at my opening, then drives his hips upward, burying himself inside me in one fluid stroke, pushing me against the window.
I can’t help the ragged moan that comes out of my mouth as he stretches me and hits my core with a force that makes me see stars. Every inch of my body feels like it’s on fire, even as my back rubs against the cool glass.
“Fuck, Eva,” he groans, his eyes closing for a minute as his head falls back.
He starts to move in a slow, rhythmic drive, sweat starting to coat our skin. Every thrust is deep, his hips meeting mine, and the sound of our bodies meeting echoes in the quiet room. I wrap my legs around his lower back, pulling him deeper into me. I want every single inch of him touching me.
Our pace shifts from controlled to frantic. Aston’s hold on my legs moves to gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks as he hammers into me. The sweat from his forehead drips onto my chest, his skin sticking to mine in wet, heavy slaps as he thrusts into me over and over again. I feel like I’m losing my mind, and a steady stream of incoherent whimpers slips past my lips.
“Aston. Oh my God, Aston,” I cry out, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly, likely leaving marks. He knows exactly what he’s doing. His cock rubs against my g-spot with precisionthat makes my lower belly tighten into a knot. The pressure is almost too much.
“I’m so close,” I pant, my hand dropping between us so I can rub my clit, desperately chasing my orgasm. “Aston, I’m gonna?—”
“Come,” he grunts, his voice broken, his pace no longer controlled. “Come for me, Eva. Let me feel your pussy strangle my cock.”
With one final, agonizingly perfect thrust, my body breaks. Pulsing waves clamp around him as a long moan tears from my chest. My orgasm rolls through me, and I feel like I’ve lost all sense of time. I’m completely consumed by him and the feel of his cock inside of me.
My release breaks his restraint, and he lets out a deep roar as his hips drive into me one last time. His chest heaves as his head drops to my shoulder.
We stay like that for what feels like a long time, my body pressed against the glass; the only sounds in the room are our breathing and the hum of the Manhattan traffic below.
Minutes later, Aston shifts, releasing me with a groan and disposing of the condom. He leads me to the bed, I crawl in, and he lies beside me, keeping one arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. We’re tangled in messy, ruined sheets, the light bathing our bodies in grey and silver.
“That was quite a workout, Honeybee,” Aston murmurs, his voice sleepy. He presses soft, lazy kisses along my shoulder.
I let out a laugh, my hand resting over his forearm on my stomach. “I mean, you did want to prove your endurance, right?”
“I think my endurance is just fine, don’t you?” his laugh vibrates against my back. “You were loud enough to wake your neighbor on the first floor.”
“False,” I lie, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“Truth,” he smiles. He pulls me a little closer. “Hey, I shouldprobably get a car back to Jersey. I have a morning workout with Brody.”
I turn in his arms, my eyes locked on his. The independent woman in me wants to tell him it’s fine. But looking at his messy hair and the gentle look in his eye, I can’t.
