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My free hand found itself at the waistband of her leggings, one finger teasing through the fabric. I paused, waiting for her permission to continue. She grunted impatiently, bucking her hips towards me as if to force my hand inside her bottoms. I grinned.
I dipped my hand beneath the fabric, but outside of her underwear, feeling the sheer lace of it hardly separating us at all. My hand dove between her legs as I found the edge of her panties and slid them aside. I could already feel the wetness and the warmth blooming there. “You’re so wet,” I breathed into the skin of her chest. Attempting to pull any piece of myself together, attempting to keep up the game we were playing, I added, “Do you think you would’ve been this wet for me back then?”
My thumb moved in circles as she panted and writhed, a silent beg for more. She still didn’t answer me, though. I slid my hand down, her legs spread wider on instinct to give me more access. I dipped one finger into her. “Penelope. Pay attention, baby.”
Her teeth grit as she let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a growl. I taunted her by adding a second finger. I moved them in slowly, wanting her to feel every second. I savored the way I became coated in her. The grip she had as her legs clenched around me. I found myself gripping the waistband of her leggings with my free hand as my other hand pumped into her furiously. I squatted down to the ground, tugging her leggings off with me as I lowered. I exited her so I could get them all the way off. She didn’t hesitate when she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. “Would you have liked me on my knees for you back then? I know you like that now.” I pressed my lips against her navel. “Do you like me down here, Penelope? Do you like seeing me beg?” I bit her thigh, and then dragged my tongue across the same spot. The moan that roared from her throat could only be described as carnal.
She made me fucking crazy.
Absolutely insane.
How did we get here? How could she entrance me to the point that I was about to fuck her right in my parent’s kitchen? Right next to the canned goods. She rendered me incapable of even walking the hundred yards to the pool house where I could fuck her in my own bed. I wouldn’t make it. I needed her right now. I needed her against this door.
I found her pulling on my shirt, a request for me to stand. As I did, her mouth crashed into mine. Her tongue was already swirling in my mouth, desperate and hot. She was nipping at my lips as her hands were clawing at my back, grabbing my shirt and yanking it up over my shoulders. I pulled away to take it off, then her mouth was back on me.
So much for leaving this place untainted.
I gripped her hips and dove into her mouth. She tasted like wine and pineapple and the answer to all of my fucking prayers. She tasted like heaven. She was intoxicating and blinding andfuck. I’m going to fuck her against this door. I have to, because if I don’t get inside her soon, I think I might die.
I pulled away and spun her around so that her chest pressed against the door. I licked, and nipped, and kissed my way down her spine until I reached her phenomenal ass. Looping my finger through her panties, I tugged them down her legs. Once they reached her ankles, I paused just so I could stare at her. Her legs were spread just slightly, but enough that even in the dark I could see her– all of her. She was plump, swollen, and wet. I was so hard it hurt and she looked ready for me and– “Fuck.” My head fell against the back of her thigh. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Logically, we could easily dress and make the short walk across the back lawn to the pool house where I had a drawer full of condoms, but I couldn’t strain the disappointment from my voice. I stood up, dragging my hands up the back of her legs. She was still pressed against the door, her face turned just slightly, her chin resting on her shoulder. “Actually, I got on birth control a couple of weeks ago. The pill. I heard you had to wait awhile for it to become effective, but we should be in the clear now if you wanted to…” she trailed off.
Oh God. My cock was straining against the fabric of my pants. Throbbing at the thought of taking her bare. Taking her raw. I pressed my face against her back and let out an animalistic sound of my own. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
“Me either,” she whimpered.
That undid me.
Another first.
In one swift movement, my shorts found themselves on the floor. I placed my hand at the center of her back. “Bend forward.” She did so immediately. I tapped her ankle with my foot. “Spread your legs.” She did that too. “Good girl,” I growled.
She whimpered. Her hands were planted against the wall, and one of mine came to grip over hers while my other guided myself into her entrance. I nudged her legs a little wider with my knee as I slid home.
Holy fucking hell.
I felt everything. She was mind-bendingly tight, and wet, and warm. Every time I plunged into her felt like her body was made for me. Fitting into her like puzzle pieces. But this was different. Maybe it was the position we were in. Maybe it was because of the setting, and the desperation, and desire that had us doing this in this place. Or maybe it was because we were entirely bare to each other, and it felt as if I was melting into her for the very first time. As if our bodies were truly forging together.
She let out a small gasp, the same noise she always made when I first entered her. As if she’d forgotten what it felt like to have me inside, forgotten what it felt like to stretch around me, to feel me plunging into those inner walls. Every time she let out that gasp, I felt myself unraveling. I wanted to remind her exactly what it felt like.
I wanted to remind her every single day for the rest of her goddamn life.
One of my hands squeezed hers while the other found itself twisted in her long, thick, perfect auburn hair. I grabbed a fist full of it and pulled her head back just enough to make her moan. I pulled out, almost all the way, and then thrust back into her. My movements were slow, precise, purposeful. I wanted her to feel every single inch. I wanted to move slow enough that I wouldn’t blow this too quickly.
The gasps and whimpers escaping her throat with each movement of our bodies were driving me wild, and once those whimpers became whispers of my name, I knew I was about to lose it. Her breathing was quickening, her moans growing, and I knew she was getting close too. But it wasn’t enough, I wanted to see her face.
“I want to watch you come,” I whispered into her ear as I pulled out of her.
I felt her body shudder against me as she moaned, “Yes.”
She turned around so that her back was pressed against the door. I lifted her so that her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hands were tangled in my hair as I looped both arms beneath her knees, her ankles crossing behind my back.
“So big,” she breathed as we both watched me plunge back into her.
“And look how good you take it, baby.”
Nothing about it was slow this time. It was hard, and fast, and still purposeful. Our mouths fused together but we weren’t kissing, we were just swallowing each other’s noises, each other’s names.
