She reaches a hand into my hair and pulls it. I fucking love it. The harder she pulls, the harder it makes me. There’s nothing better than knowing you’re driving your girl crazy and she’s getting so lost in passion she’s tugging hard on your hair.
It spurs me on to play with her clit with my tongue and not let up as I sink two fingers inside her. She doesn't last long, and before I know it, she’s cumming over my fingers and trying to muffle her moans.
As she starts to relax, I kiss up her stomach, enjoying the sensation of her over-sensitized body shivering from the touch of my lips on her skin. When I finally kiss her, she wraps her arms around my neck, and her legs lock around my waist.
She's so wet that there’s no slow entry. I sink all the way in, and we both moan. Being inside her is like coming home, as corny as it sounds. I've never wanted to take things slow as much as I do now, but it’s impossible.
When I start thrusting in earnest, she moans, so I reach up and place my hand over her mouth. People are walking in the hallway, and the last thing we need is to be caught. Not here, not today.
A slight change in the angle of my hips has me hitting her clit, and she thrusts up to meet me each time. Her pussy flutters around my cock, letting me know she’s close, so I don't let up. I try to hold back my orgasm as her nails dig into my skin, but when her walls clamp down around me, my self-control is gone, and I'm flying with her. In order not to cry out, I bite down on her shoulder.
Fuck, this girl is going to be the death of me.