Yeah, he should’ve called in sick today.
“How soon do you have to go back?” she murmured against his lips.
“Like now,” he answered.
“No time for a quickie?”
Hold on. “That what you want?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”
His dick reminded him it was ready, willing and able. “Might be able to oblige.”
“Might or will?”
“Hate to see all those wraps go to waste.”
“That would be a real shame,” she practically purred.
Fuuuuuck.
How the fuck did he get so damn lucky all of a sudden? “Did it hurt?”
She shook her head. “Did what hurt?”
“When you fell from Heaven.”
Laughter burst from her. “That’s the worst pickup line ever.”
He grinned. “Yeah, but it’s fuckin’ true.”
“And you don’t need it to get lucky.” She was already unzipping his coveralls and shoving them off his shoulders.
“It’s gotta be quick otherwise I’ll have a wrench permanently imbedded in my noggin. Then gonna have a hard time findin’ a hat to fit.”
She snorted softly. “We can take our time later.”
He stared at her. She stared back at him with raised eyebrows.
Then just as if someone had pushed their “start” buttons, they both scrambled.
He dropped his coveralls just far enough to get to his jeans, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his jeans, shoving them down enough to get out his hard-on.
Before he could even tell her that he needed to grab a wrap, either from his wallet or the bowl, one was in front of his face.
The woman was prepared. She knew he was a sure thing.
“Thinkin’ I’m easy.” He pretended to be insulted. “Just gonna use and abuse me?”
Her lips twitched in amusement. “Do you mind?”
“Fuck no.” He snagged the wrap from her fingers. “Get those off.”
She peeled the leggings or yoga pants, or whatever the fuck they were, along with her panties down her legs and over her bare feet, tossing them to the side.
“Bed?” she suggested, starting to head in that direction, her lower half naked, her top half in a sweatshirt.
He grabbed her arm and yanked her back to him. “Nope.” He spun her around and pinned her back to the door just like she’d done to him when she kissed him. “Right here.” He handed the wrap back to her. “Put that on me.”
She kept eye contact with him while she ripped open the foil package, removed the wrap and grabbed his hard as fuck dick to roll the latex down its length. When she was done, she smiled.
He smiled. Then he wrapped his hand around her thigh and pulled it up high to his hip height. “Ready?”
“It’s all I’ve been thinking about since you left early this morning.”
Damn. “You wet?”
“I’ll give you one guess.”
“Don’t need to guess.” He reached between their sandwiched bodies and drew a finger through her folds. Wet wasn’t even a good word to describe it.
Soaked. She was fucking drenched even though they hadn’t done anything for foreplay except a single kiss.
Like him, she must have been thinking all morning about what they had done last night. Maybe she’d been thinking about what would happen tonight, too. Just like he had.
“Keep your leg there.” He bent his knees, tucked his dick where it needed to be and surged up and into her in one thrust.
Once he was deep inside her, he paused and they both simply breathed for a moment.
Yeah, the whole falling from Heaven thing was cheesy as fuck, but, fuck him, it was true. Being inside her was pure fucking heaven.
“Keep your leg there,” he ordered again, “and give me your hands.”
After she hooked her leg around him, he interlocked their fingers, stretched her hands over her head and pinned them to the back of the door.
Then began to move.
He usually liked to make good things last, but he didn’t have the time right now. She had also confirmed them hooking up later, so right now he could give her what she wanted.
Hard and fast.
This was no leisurely fuck. He kept it direct and to the point with one goal in mind.
Powering up and into her, he drove his tongue deep into her mouth while pinning her to the door with his hands, with his chest, with his hips.
With every answering tilt of her hips, with every gasp caught in his mouth, he quickly raced toward the end.
“Need to slow down,” he groaned after pulling his lips off hers and planting them against her neck.
“No. Keep going.” Her words came out breathless. “Just… keep going.” Her fingers tightened within his.
“Ain’t gonna stop, but…” He blew out a breath against her soft skin.
“Keep going,” she insisted again. “Tell me when you’re going to come. I’ll be right there with you.”
“But—”
“Just do it. I’ll be ready.”
Her pussy squeezed his dick just as tightly as her fingers squeezed his. He was trying to hold off a little longer but she was making it impossible. Christ, her pussy was a hot, tight, very fucking wet fist.