“Oh, god, no, Hunter, not when you do that.”
“Control, Saylor.” I withdrew and fucked her again, slowly this time.
“I have none. Not when it comes to you.” She ground her hips against me, her walls squeezing me like a vice.
I tipped my forehead down to rest on hers. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“So do you.” Saylor continued rocking against me. We were both trembling with the effort not to come. “You better cover my mouth again,” she warned. “I’m so close, and I don’t think I can be quiet.”
I jerked my hips, getting deeper inside her, and put my hand over her mouth. Her breath was as hot and wet over my palm as her pussy was around my cock.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Me, too. Do you want it hard?”
She nodded again, her smile breaking behind my hand.
I changed the angle, withdrew, then drove into her, deep and fast. “Do you feel how much I want you?”
She made a sound from low in her throat that made my balls tighten.
“Fuck, Saylor, time to let go.”
We came together, as quietly as possible when two bodies are attempting something like nuclear fusion. We folded into each other, our strength sapped as we came down off our fast high. I eased myself out of her and lowered her to the floor when what I really wanted was to fill a bath, care for her, and take her again.
And as Saylor, clothes tugged back into a semblance of order, gave me a quick “goodnight” kiss and left the room I wondered what would happen if I changed my thinking. Years of denying you have feelings for something you can’t have doesn’t mean you stop wanting it.