Sliding her hands up my chest, Shae fists the front of my shirt, holding my body flush against hers. Her chest is heaving, her puckered nipples pressing against my chest, begging for my mouth.
Her scent is intoxicating, drugging me from the outside in. Peaches and cream. Fuck me, she smells amazing, but not nearly as amazing as she tastes. Delicious. Good enough to eat, and the taste of her mouth has me wondering if her pussy tastes just as sweet.
I walk her backward until she’s pressed against the glass. With my hands around her waist, I lift her up. Shae wraps her toned legs around my hips and wastes no time grinding herself against me. The warmth of her body seeps into mine, and my cock jerks, pushing firmly against my zipper.
Shae drops her head against the window. “Oh, God,” she moans, her breath fanning across my face: peppermint and wine with the faintest hint of tequila, reminding me exactly where we came from and what she’s been doing.
“How many shots did you do tonight?”
“I don’t know,” she pants. “Maybe five or six. Who cares?”
In a matter of seconds, her mouth is back on mine, only this time she devours me. Her hands are everywhere, roaming my body before tangling in my hair.
“Touch me,” she breathes. “Please.”
And just like that, my little stranger blossoms into exactly who I thought she would be.
My body is on fire, seconds from exploding, and as much as I want to fuck her, I can’t. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t touch her, that I can’t bring her an immense amount of pleasure.
Dragging my mouth from hers, I untangle our bodies and turn her around.
“Palms flat on the glass,” I demand, loving how quickly she complies. I sweep the hair off the back of her neck and trail my lips along the dip of her shoulder. “Good girl.” With one hand holding her hair and the other on her hip, I move her closer to the glass. I slide my hand down the outside of her thigh. “If someone in that building over there took the time to look over, they would be able to see you,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear.
Her chest rises when she draws in a ragged breath.
“Does that turn you on, knowing they could see us?” I ask, trailing my fingers up her leg, slipping them beneath her skirt. “Knowing they could see what I’m about to do to you?”
She swallows hard, but gives me what I want. “Yes.”
I smile, nipping her earlobe.
“Does it turn you on?” she asks.
Releasing her hair, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her hips back, flush against mine. I grind my cock against her ass. “You turn me on.”
Shae drops her head to my shoulder, moaning when I dip my hand into her panties.
“And that turns me on,” I say, pushing my finger inside of her. “Hearing the little sounds you make when I touch you.”
“Oh, God.” She pushes her hips forward, and I add a second finger, stretching her.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, pumping my fingers several times before pulling them out and rubbing a tight circle around her clit.
She hisses, grinding her hips against my hand, no doubt searching for more. And who the hell am I to say no?
With my thumb pressed to her clit, I slide two fingers deep inside her pussy. “So tight
and wet. This is heaven, Shae.” With each pass of my fingers, the soft spot inside her swells, soaking my hand with her wetness, and whatever control I had is lost.
I thrust my hips forward, searching for friction, and she cries out in unadulterated lust, her inhibitions lost.
Her body comes to life under my touch, and she explodes, her thighs clenching tight, her body shuddering as she cries out.
“Rex…” she moans, my name drawn out in a luxurious sigh.
Sliding my hand from her panties, I turn her around, straighten her skirt, and pull her into my arms. Her breathing slows as the seconds pass, and then her hooded eyes smile up at me.
“You are unbelievably beautiful, and that was singlehandedly the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”