It was breath-stealing, and that was the reaction he felt.
Overwhelmed, he made to pull back, to put distance between them, but her hands slid up higher on his chest, coming up to dig deep into his shoulders. He felt the bite of her nails, felt them score and scratch through his jacket.
How he wanted to feel them against his skin.
To experience her claws.
She was so damn placid all the time that he wanted to see her riled up. Wanted to see her lose all control, to be freed from the restraints marriage to his bastard of a best friend had shackled her in.
He wanted her to fly, he realized.
With a grunt, he grabbed a hold of her ass and pressed her harder into him. Rocking his shaft against her belly had her stiffening, but when he thought she’d step back, demand space, she didn’t, if anything, she cocked her leg and stacked it on his hip.
He grunted at the perfect angle of her soft belly caressing and holding his hardness in place. Rocking his pelvis, he felt himself harden and knew that it would be so easy to climax. Would be so easy to find release from even this most meager of caresses.
She let out a soft mewl as he curved his hand about her waist and moved higher to shape her breast from the side. When she arched her back, rippling against him, he couldn’t stop himself.
He moved them in a short two-step and pressed her into the wall.
At that moment, he didn’t care if they were in a luxury condo in the city center. He didn’t even care if there were cameras filming them. At that exact moment, she took up all his thoughts, left him with nothing behind.
Samantha moaned as her back collided with the plaster behind her, but he hoisted her up, grateful that her skirt was baggy and loose-fitting, that it swayed around her legs rather than constraining her. The new angle had him sending her skirt up to her groin, and he felt the soft silk of her thighs against his palm.
With a moan, he delved between them and let out a hiss that had him pulling his mouth from hers at how hot she was, how fucking wet.
He shuddered, pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered, his tone like gravel.
She whispered,. “Yes. Please, yes.”
Her pleading set him on fire and before he knew what he was about, he pinned her hard to the wall and used sheer brute force to keep her up there as he moved his fingers between them to release his shaft.
He was mindless at that moment, mindless where he’d never been out of control.
The sensation was both freeing and terrifying, but he was too far gone to question, too far gone to even think about the consequences.
All that mattered was her. Here and now.
He shuddered the second his fist was around his cock, and he pushed it against her. She jolted, then let out a deep sigh that resonated with him so badly, he felt like howling out his desire.
She wriggled her fingers between them, pulled her panties aside and bared her to him.
With a moan, he surged inside her.
She was so slick, so hot and wet, that she took him easily. Her tight walls clenching firmly around him as he plowed her, not stopping until he was home free inside her depths.
She shuddered, her pussy muscles rippling around him as she accepted all he had to give.
The pair of them stayed there, unmoving, as they both processed how fucking good it felt to be like this together, then she clenched down hard as her hands came up to grab the back of his neck and head. He felt the pinprick of her nails dragging against his scalp and let out a sharp grunt. He began to tilt his hips as an urgency overcame him, overwhelming him until he felt certain he’d come before he even got her worked up.
Samantha let out a soft cry that fired his blood even higher as he began to thrust into her, harder, deeper, faster. The slap-slap of their skin, the sounds of slickness between them sent them both to another level as she used her grip on his head to drag him closer to her.
Within the space of a breath, her lips were on his. They began to kiss once more, plunging and raking into each other, biting and sucking, slurping and sampling.
Sensation shuddered through him as she took charge of the kiss while he handled other matters. He managed to slip a hand between them and used the narrow space to begin to frig her clit.
Her gasping breaths were swallowed by him, and when she pulsed around him, her pussy clamping down and releasing, he quickened his pace, needing her to come before he shamed himself inside her.
When a sharp, hoarse exhalation escaped her, one that had her ripping her head back and her lips from his, she tilted against the wall, gulping down deep breaths that moved in the same rhythm as her pussy around his shaft.