“Now, please. Oh God, Wylde, if you don’t get inside me, I’m going to come without you.” Celeste is on a hairpin trigger, sensations taking over, the build-up from just kissing her until this very moment. My hand moves from her, traveling slowly until I’m at her smooth bare pussy, reminding me how much I love the flavor of her. I get the taste right from the source as her thighs clench, quivering with a pent-up orgasm that when I press on her lower abdomen, she explodes against my mouth, wetness saturating me with her cum.
“Yeah, you’re ready for my cock.” Two fingers working on her clit, I squat down. One of her hands is on top of mine, making sure I don’t leave her bereft. “Guide me in, sweetheart. You want my dick, you need to help.” I bend at the knees, feeling her hand wrap around my length, angling it until it’s at her entrance. I lift up, holding the head of my cock inside her swollen depths.
“Deeper, Wylde.” A purr leaves her mouth as she tips her head back, eyes glazed with pleasure. One powerful thrust, and I’m inside her. The hand that was on my dick is now gripping the balcony railing, giving her the anchor she needs to work in a backwards movement as I stroke deep inside this fucking amazing woman.
“Like that, Celeste. This what you want, sweetheart?” My front molds to her back. My hand is now on her hip, tight enough so she’ll probably have marks from my fingers, a brand that only I’ll see, much like the time I sucked the skin on the underneath of her ass check. That mark is only slightly visible now.
“Yes.” We work together, me slamming inside, her pushing back, tits shaking, body quaking, and I know it won’t be long until she comes, but this time is for her.
“Fuck, you’re strangling my cock.” I pinch her clit between my two fingers, knowing that if I had more room to work with or we were in bed, I’d smack her pussy, giving her that bite of pain she’s recently discovered with me earlier this weekend. She admitted that it had never been like that before, not until now. Another moment that had me wanting to walk around with my chest puffed out, Celeste giving me another gift. She doesn’t care if we’re on a crowded dance floor with my fingers fucking her cunt, in an elevator riding my thigh, or like right now, the two of us out in the open. Anyone could take the opportunity to look at what we’re doing, my cock sliding in and out of her wetness, her pussy squeezing me with every movement.
“Wylder, I’m coming.” Celeste’s words echo out into the open air, the only warning she gives me before her cunt is sucking at my cock, attempting to take me over the edge with her.
“Fucking hell, greedy pussy, trying to latch onto my dick like your mouth does,” I grunt as I tunnel in and out while her orgasm consumes her body. I watch as Celeste’s body slumps forward and help her lower the leg that was wrapped around me, massaging it to prevent cramps.
“Oh my God, you’re still hard. You didn’t come?” There’s a soft lilt to her voice, dreamy in a way.
“Nope, if I know my woman like I’m pretty damn sure I do, I can wring out one more orgasm, then maybe that’ll tide you over for a few hours.” I’m staying still, letting her body relax a few minutes before I move us one last time, already playing out in my head just how I’m going to take her. “Bend over, sweetheart, hands on the rails. Can you do that for me?”
“Oh yeah. Stay inside me?”
“Always, Celeste, always.” I watch as her body works with me, backing up while doing so, only making my cock harder as she takes me fully inside her body, ass against groin, legs wide, mine in between, and that’s when my body takes over. The need to cum deep inside her, to feel her clench around me one more time, to own her the same as she owns me. I bend over, my hands covering hers on the railing as I slam inside her, skin slapping against skin, the gentle way I know her tits are swaying, my balls slapping at her clit with every time I seat myself all the way inside her.
“You ready to come again, Celeste, ready for me to fuck my cum deep inside you?” I pronounce on another thrust. Her pussy is squeezing me, telling me that she’s close. My mind goes to the first time I was inside of her. The best gift I could have ever received was the fact that once we talked about our past, that there hasn’t been anyone in months for both of us, and that she was on birth control, we agreed we didn’t need to use condoms. Fuck yeah, there’s nothing better than being inside Celeste, bare cunt to bare dick, feeling her wetness coat my length down to my balls.
“Yes, harder.” I move from her hands, going to her hips. My head is thrown back as I power in and out of her, and as much as I’d like to have my mouth on her neck, licking, biting, and sucking, marking her again, the way things are going, that’s not going to happen. I can feel my muscles tighten, her pussy rippling along my length, taking the cum completely out of me, sucking me dry every step of the way.
“Celeste.” Her name is like a silent prayer tumbling from my lips. It’s taking everything out of me to remain standing when I’m ready to collapse across her back. I hold my woman tight to me, never letting her go, silently wondering if she can take me one more time tonight. And I say she’s greedy; it seems there are two people in this relationship hungry for one another.
“I’m pretty sure I can’t feel my fingers or my toes.” I hold still, staying inside her, the sensations from coming still zapping through my nervous system.
“Shit. Sorry, sweetheart.” I carefully slide out of her. If it were me, I’d live inside her, but that’s a pipe dream and wouldn’t be conducive for work either.
“I’m not complaining, just stating a fact.” She is still bent over as I step away, watching as my cum slides out of her body.
“Sexy as hell seeing you bent over after taking me.” I help her up, hands going to her hips, massaging her muscles as I work my way up her body. The soft coos that leave her mouth let me know she’s satiated, and when she turns around, her front is just as gorgeous as her back.
“It was sexy taking you like that, though I think bedtime is in order. You wore me out.” A sly smile takes over. Fuck if my dick isn’t standing at attention again.
“Come on, sweetheart, now that we have shit settled and I wrung multiple orgasms out of you, your greedy pussy milking all the cum out of my cock, I’d say it’s time for some much-needed sleep.” My arms wrap around her body. I need her mouth, but I know if I start to kiss her, sleep is as good as gone. Instead, my hands go to the back of her thighs, and I lift her up until she’s wrapped around me like an octopus, front to front, legs hooked to my waist, and arms looping around my neck.
“I could have walked, you know?” Celeste whispers in my ear, her tongue sliding down to the column of my neck.
“Could have, but you didn’t have to. I like having you in my arms. You keep doing that, though, neither of us will get any sleep tonight.” I groan as she does it again.
“As if that would bother either of us.” My lips find hers, and I give her my lips in a quick but heated kiss, then I’m making my way inside the penthouse, where I know I’ll be taking her at least one more time tonight.
TWENTY-FOUR
Celeste
“You know,I can drive my car to the hotel. You don’t have to stay here while I get ready.” Last night was hot, so hot, I’m pretty sure I’ve never come that hard before, been so exposed, felt so cherished. Wylde did that. My guard came down knowing he’d be the one to protect me if I fell. Sure, we still had a few things to settle in the work department, more so me than Wylde. He’s all gung-ho ‘You’re my woman, I’m your man. This is how things will go no matter what you say.’ That may have worked in a different time period, but that definitely isn’t the case these days.
“I’d like us to make an appearance together, put shit to rest so no one makes any comments.” I’m currently in the shower at my apartment, head tipped back, since I didn’t have my usual hair supplies at his house, where I only had the bare minimum, not wanting to overload my order on Saturday. That, of course, is hard to deal with when skincare is your bread and butter, you love it entirely, plus shampoo and conditioner that actually help hydrate your hair.
“Wow, way to stake your claim, Wylde.” I smooth my hair back. He’s dressed for the day in another impeccable suit, dark in color, white long-sleeved button-up shirt beneath, deep purple tie, and the cuff links that I know are from his sister.
“It’s better this way. Tell me again why I didn’t shower with you or we do this at my place. It’s fucking hard to stand here watching you wash your body. Seeing all your smooth bare skin slick with a different kind of wetness than I give you.” I’m tempted. I could rearrange my schedule, offer him to come in with me, let Wylde take over, much like he’s intending on doing with this whole scenario with our relationship in the workplace.