I nodded and reached out for the door, but it crashed open and caught me off guard. Grant’s hands gripped my hips and hoisted me off my feet, then slammed my back into the wall. A gasp fell from my lips; one he swallowed as he covered his mouth with mine. My eyes fluttered closed and my legs wrapped around his waist, and I could feel his hands digging into the meat of my body.
He lifted me from the wall before he reached back and slammed my door closed. Then he placed me against it and began to tug at my clothes. His lips were electric, caressing my neck as his hands slid my dress from my body. I was panting. Moaning. Aching for him between my legs. He set me down, and I tugged his pants down his body before I pulled his cock out. It was leaking. Pulsing. Warming in the palm of my hand.
Then Grant whipped me around and pressed me to the door.
He kicked my legs apart with his own before his lips fell to my neck, nipping and sucking as his hands ran along the curves of my body. He unhooked my bra with one hand, and I allowed it to slide down my arms as he cupped my tits and caressed my nipples to engorged peaks. I could feel his hips grinding against mine. I could feel his cock sliding between my dripping pussy folds. His hands grabbed my ass and massaged my skin, then I felt one of them disappear behind me.
“Should I grab us some protection?” Grant asked.
“I’m on birth control,” I said breathlessly.
“Good,” he said hotly.
His cock sank into me from behind, and my legs gave way. His arm hooked around me and held me up as he buried every inch into my throbbing pussy. Our juices dripped, and my body shook. I was pressed between his sinewy body and the cool strength of the door. He slid in effortlessly, coating himself in my arousal before he slid back out.
Then he slammed back into me again and again, leaving me breathless against my door.
His hands gripped my hips as I reached back for his hair. I arched into him, raking my hands through his soft tendrils. He crouched down and rolled into me, piercing me to my core as a fire sparked in my toes. Electricity was buzzing through my brain, rendering me senseless as my body jumped with thrust after thrust. I stood on my tiptoes, begging him for more. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, growing and trembling and leaking deep into my body.
“Grant. I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please.”
A growl emanated from his throat, and it sent goosebumps cascading down my body.
My grip on his hair tightened as he threw me over the edge into an orgasm. My body fell back into the door as my hands planted against the cool wood. I felt his hands travel up my arms, seeking out my fingers as he laced them together. He was pressed against me, my naked body against his, and his cock pumped me full of him until our intermingled juices were dripping down the inside of my thighs.
He gripped my hands tightly as his lips fell to my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses against my skin. My head fell to the side, opening up to him more as he kissed up my pulsing vein. My jaw. My cheek. The shell of my ear. I shivered against him. My body was weak against him. I was panting from the aftershocks of my pleasure, and I moaned as his cock slid from between my legs.
I collapsed, and he caught me in his bulging arms. He turned me around, and my face rose up to meet his and our lips connected again. A sweet, sensual, warming kiss that filled my body with what I’d longed to feel for so many years.
I felt cherished in the arms of my first love.
CHAPTER 8
GRANT
Her fucking curves. I couldn’t get enough of them. As she laid there in my arms, all I could think about was taking more of her. Having more of her. My cum leaking from her pussy. Her body drenched in sweat. It was all too much, and my cock throbbed to life again. I crashed my lips against hers, feeling the way her body filled the strong crevices of mine. I’d waited years for this. Years to know what she felt like. What she tasted like. What she sounded like.
And I wasn’t ready to be done with her yet.
I settled her back onto the hardwood floors of the entryway to her apartment. Her smell was intoxicating, and I could still taste her juices on the tip of my tongue. I slid down her body, feeling her panting and moaning as my lips pressed kiss after kiss to her curves. Her tits. Her engorged peaks. The smoothness of her stomach and the dip in her waist. I traced my tongue along her outline, feeling the way her body begged me for more. Pressed into my lips and shivered as her legs parted with lust.
Watching the way my cum poured out of her body made me want more.
More of her.
I gathered her in my arms as my cock rose to attention. I settled myself against her staircase and pulled her onto my body. My hand fisted her hair as her legs spread for me, straddling my aching legs as my cock pulsed to life again. Fuck. I could already feel my balls filling with more want. Filling with the need to be inside her again. Her hot pussy drenched my dick in her wetness, and her eyes were darkened with lust. Our lips crashed together, and my hand slid down her back, cupping her ass cheeks and rolling her into my cock.
I popped back into her, and she groaned against my lips.
I set a relentless pace. No longer was I going to hold back. I’d wanted this for years. To cherish her curves and feel them in the palms of my hands. My cock sank into her as her arms locked around my neck, holding onto me as I pounded up into her. The edge of the stairs were digging into my back, but her hot breath on my neck as she whimpered tossed the pain from my mind. Her words were hot. Unfiltered. Needy.
And I wanted to hear all of them.
“Fuck me, Grant. Oh my gosh. You feel so good. Please. I need more. Give me more, Grant.”
Such filthy words from such an innocent woman, and my head was swirling. Her pussy was clamping down around my cock, and she shivered against my chest. S
he nipped and sucked at my neck, throbbing my cock against her walls with the warmth of the tip of her tongue. I buried my fingertips into her ass cheeks and slammed against her, rocking her body against me as her tits scraped my skin.