Page 21 of The Status Situation

“We should stop,” she murmurs without conviction.

I nod, the small voice in the back of my head telling me that she’s right. “We should,” I agree.

However, because it’s obvious she doesn’t want to stop, I can’t bring myself to do so either.

Her hands dive into my hair as she grinds her pussy against my cock in such a way that it makes my head spin. She only does it once, but once is enough to make me want so much more.

“You’re not stopping,” she breathes.

I release her neck with a small pop and meet her heated gaze with my own. “Do you really want me to stop?”

It would suck, really fucking suck, but if she truly wanted me to stop, I would in a heartbeat. It would kill me if she ended up regretting being with me, and I would never forgive myself.

Her eyes bounce between mine for what feels like an eternity, and I know she’s fighting a war within herself, trying to decide between what she should do and what she wants to do. What we both want to do.

My dick may be hard as granite and leaking precum onto my boxer briefs, but she’s the one with all the power here. Whatever she wants, she gets, no matter what that may be.

“No, Mark,” she finally says. “Don’t stop.”

This time, she’s the one who kisses me, and my cock throbs painfully in response.

Nine

Maria

There is a high probability that I’m going to hate myself tomorrow. Not because of the sex that I just know I’m about to have right here on the bench, but because I didn’t drag this out longer. I’m not ready to say goodbye to Mark yet, and I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen once this happens.

Unfortunately, I’m not thinking with my head as I grind against him. In fact, I’m not thinking about much at all except for how good his hands feel against my skin and how I want so much more.

His mouth claims mine with such force and ferocity that I forget how to breathe, and his hands on my ass move me against him, the head of his cock hitting my clit over and over again. He’s bigger than I thought he would be, and that’s just what I can feel through his jeans. I can’t be too far off, though, since there is nothing between me and his jeans but the thin material of my panties, which are now soaked through.

I’m losing myself in the feel of him when his hands move from my ass to the soft flesh of my thighs and then slowly drift further up. When the tips of his fingers brush against the lacy material, he growls low and deep. It’s the sexiest sound in the entire world.

“You wear these for me?” he rumbles.

I nod. “I did.”

His teeth dig into my bottom lip as his fingers continue their exploration. He runs them directly over my center, hitting my clit along the way, and pleasure pulses all the way down to my toes.

“Fuck. You’re soaked, Maria.”

“Can you blame me?” I ask, kissing him hard.

“I want more.” The raw need in his voice makes my pussy throb with desire, and I gasp as I bite back a moan.

“Yes,” is all I can manage to grind out.

The moment he has the go-ahead, he shoves my panties off to the side and slides a finger into me. All rational thought ceases to exist, and my nails dig into his shoulders as he slowly begins to move it in and out of me. I want to enjoy this; it feels incredible, but it’s not enough to extinguish the fire that’s slowly burning me from the inside out. If I don’t get some relief soon, I might just combust.

This time, I moan aloud and instantly go for his belt. However, I’m too distracted by the way he’s making me feel just with his finger that I can’t seem to get it undone. I growl in frustration. “Undo your pants.”

He chuckles against my mouth, his thumb drawing small circles against my clit. “So bossy.”

He continues to toy with me a little while longer, driving me crazy, and just as I’m about to remind him of what I want, he finally pulls his finger out of me completely. My pussy clenches greedily, and I can’t drag my eyes away as he undoes the button on his jeans and tugs down the zipper. When he pulls his cock out, I bite my lip in awe, my mouth watering.

“That’s… not going to fit,” I whisper, unable to find my breath.

“Yes, it will,” he replies. His voice is husky, thick with the same amount of desire I feel in myself.