Hearing a knock on the door, he closed the refrigerator and moved toward the front door. Opening it he blinked. She stood there in a pink sun dress, wearing those naughty librarian glasses again. She had pulled her hair into a clip.
On a groan, he dragged her immediately inside, his hand immediately nipping the clip out of her hair and tossing it to the side. Tangling his fingers in her hair now, he pulled her roughly against him and fused his mouth to hers.
She dropped her backpack and purse to the ground, then wrapped her arms around his neck with a moan. She pressed her body eagerly against his, her breasts brushing against his bare chest. He could tell instantly she didn’t have a bra on.
Continuing to ravage her mouth, he pressed her against the door. His hands stroked down her body as he pressed his erection against her stomach. She rolled her hips against him, a low whimper sounding at the back of her throat.
Not breaking the kiss, he boosted her up and helped her wrap her legs around his waist. Once her back was firmly pressed against the door, he ran his hands up her thighs pushing up the skirt of her dress.
Pulling his mouth away now, he glanced down and let out a groan of utter appreciation. She hadn’t put on any panties either. He never had any idea what to expect from her. She was fucking amazing.
Untying his board shorts and sliding them down, he said, “Fuck, Chloe. Tell me you’re ready for me. I’m going to explode if I’m not inside you soon.”
He moved his mouth to suck on her neck, to bite her shoulder, to put his mouth on anything of hers really. He was at the edge of his control and he hadn’t even gotten inside her yet. He was able to tell from her breathy little moans that she was pretty far gone, too.
“So ready, Chris. I need you inside me,” she said, pressing her hips against him urgently.
Letting the door support her weight, he moved one hand down to adjust his cock, sliding it against her opening. He teased them both now.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice rough.
Her eyes intense now, she gave a shuddering moan and said, “You know it is.”
Giving them both what they desperately needed, he finally slid home. They both cried out at the sensation. Adjusting his hands to support her now, he said, “Let me know if I’m too rough.”
She pressed her hips forward, moaning, and softly said, “I like it when you’re rough.”
Jesus Christ. It was like her words set off an explosion inside him. He began thrusting in and out of her at a punishing pace, the door jarring behind them each time he slid in to the hilt. Hearing her cries of approval, he leaned his head down to scrape his teeth against her neck and shoulder.
She writhed against him now, thrusting her hips to meet his and crying out every time he pushed into her. Sinking his teeth into the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, he heard her sharp intake of breath.
Tearing his mouth away from her, he grunted, “Fuck. Come, baby.”
He tightened his hands on her hips and began to slam into her now. He felt her clench and spasm around him as she screamed. He kept moving at the rapid-fire pace, until he felt her soften against him. Sliding out of her, he let her legs slide to the floor and then supported her while she regained her balance.
Still hard, he immediately steered her to the couch and roughly said, “Bend over. We’re not done yet.”
Not questioning the command, she immediately bent over, her ass swaying in the air slightly. He shoved the dress back over her hips, then wrapped a hand in her hair, tugging her head back as he slid back inside her. She moaned in response.
Reaching his other hand forward, he gripped her shoulder and began to thrust into her with the same rapid pace as before. Slamming himself into her, he said, “Fuck, Chloe. You feel so good.”
Releasing the hand in her hair, he grabbed both hips now and continued to pound into her. When he finally felt her tighten around him again, he groaned. Her back arched slightly as she moaned and climaxed around him.
He felt her squeeze at him like a vise. Hearing her whimper now as her climax stretched on, his hands tightened on her hips. Pounding against her now, he could feel his balls begin to tighten with his own impending release.
He said, “Fuck. Chloe,” his voice gravelly now.
His hips moved in jerky motions against hers. Then he finally thrust against her one last time, calling out her name as he exploded. Rolling his hips against her, utterly spent now, he leaned forward and briefly placed sloppy kisses against the back of her neck and said, “God damn.”
Sliding out of her, he pulled her to the other side of the couch and then flopped down immediately, pulling her with him. Cradling her in his lap, he pressed his lips to her shoulder.
Laughing a little, he said, “Hi there.”
Her voice a little scratchy, she said, “Hello to you too. Glad you’re back.”
Rubbing a hand up her back, he leaned back against the couch now and asked, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, she said, “Uh-uh. That was exactly what I needed.”