Her fingers tightened in my hair and then moved down over my shoulders. I tugged my jacket off, and her soft fingers crept under the buttons of my shirt as my hand went back between her legs. I wanted to see her eyes when I touched her, I pulled away and looked in her eyes as my finger grazed her folds above her panties. She gasped, her back arching towards me. I kept my eyes on her as I hitched her leg over my waist, and then the other, until I was holding her up against the wall. I moved her panties to the side, my finger slipping inside of her slick folds. She mewled, then she was like putty in my hands as I flicked over her sensitive nub, until her legs trembled, and her breath quaked with her release.
“Oh yes…” I groaned at the sound of her moan, wrapped in her pleasure. I wanted to hear it again. I had to.
I prompted her out of her panties. As she stepped out of them, I undid my belt and pulled my hardened cock from my briefs. He eyes went to it briefly before her hand gripped me like a vice. My mouth found hers again as she pumped my cock and I set her around my waist again.
I wanted to be inside of her, needed to be. Her lips were so soft as they kept up with me, the intensity of her tongue was eager and curious. It was obvious she didn’t do this sort of thing, but I didn’t care. She trusted me enough to let me take her against a fucking garden wall.
I pulled back, releasing her lips with a pop of skin. I gripped her ass with my hand, smooth and creamy. I wanted to see her whole, perfect body but I was fine with a feel. Her arms went around my neck as her eyes bored into mine, wide and wanting. Her little moans spurred me on as I tugged my hand under her bodice, cupping her breast in my hand. I loved how they fit perfectly in my palm, soft, creamy and full. Then I slid myself inside of her, feeling her stretch around me, watching her succumb to the pleasure.
“Oh fuck…” She was so fucking tight. Milking my cock for all that it was worth.
“Please, fuck me.”
Her voice was soft, and unassuming. I had no choice but to give her what she wanted. I moved, slow at first because she was so tight and firm. Then as she bucked her hips to meet mine, I went faster and deeper. Until I was in her to the hilt.
The heat her surrounded me. The clench of her sex and the smell of our desire was driving me mad. I never got this close, this fast. But I was already on the edge. I had to hear her come again first though.
She cried out, right in my ear as I circled my thumb over her clit. It made her clench even tighter. I pulled her bodice down, exposing her rosy pink nipples. I lapped my tongue over it, until she was mewling against me, her cries unintelligible as her moans took over. She tugged my hair, pulling my face up to her so she could kiss me, and I happily obliged.
She was literally trembling. Her hands shaky as they rested against my abs, close to where I was pummeling inside of her. The dress covered everything, but I heard how wet she was and how deep I was going inside of her
.
“Yes…, yes!” Fuck. A woman screaming never sounded better.
I kept going, harder and faster until my own thighs were clenching, and I felt the sweltering wave of desire build in my spine and explode inside of her as we came together.
I held her against the wall, coming down as my cock twitched inside of her. I kissed her again, soft and slow just to fell those lips again. I set her dress back in place, and she slid her panties back on as I tucked myself away.
“Is that what you don’t usually do?” I smirked. She looked up at me, fighting a smile. Even her hands still shook as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
Chapter Nine
Emilia
Holy all that is holy.
My breath was still in my throat, my insides still clenching and my heart still racing. I was frazzled and confused. I never did stuff like that, never.
The last time I had sex I was flat on the bed and was left with no release. But that…! And twice!
He was so beautiful. I mean, I’ve never seen a man that looks like that at all. His hair was a mess, sandy blonde that only he could pull of, and his eyes a smoldering green that I could see when I shut my eyes. I didn’t get to see much of his body, but he felt hard and chiseled. Something even more beautiful was underneath that suit. He also looked so familiar, but it was escaping me.
And the way he looked at me. It was unnerving and arousing all at the same time. Even as he put his jacket back on and adjusted the cuff of his shirt. His hair very obviously looked like he had just been fucked, but he didn’t seem to care. That was hot as hell.
His eyes met mine again and I nearly froze in place. I should stop being so damned nervous around him too. He was just a man—in theory.
“You want a drink?” He asked. I loved how deep and even his voice was, not changing in the slightest at all.
“Yes.” My voice came out like a whisper, not at all how I wanted it to sound. I wanted to be the confident, fearless, vixen that he just fucked up against a wall, but I wasn’t that way at all.
I was more than surprised at what I had just done. I only had one glass of champagne, so I knew I wasn’t even drunk at all.
“Be right back. Wait for me?”
He stepped closer, so his scent surrounded me. I would never forget it, I know scents very well and my nose could pick up pretty much anything. It was like the fresh gel from a shower, detergent, and a strong cologne that all mixed with his pheromones to produce something incredibly intoxicating. I simply nodded at his request, and he walked off towards the building.