“Sweetheart, I’m trying to be good here,” he muttered as her hand in his pants wiggled around enough that she could wrap her fingers around his dick, and his head fell back on contact.
“I don’t want good,” she whispered, biting at his chin.
No, she didn’t.
She never had.
She only wanted him, and fuck, it did something to him that she got off on giving him everything she had.
Wrapping his fingers around her wrist, he pulled her hand out of his now undone pants, twisted her body till she was leaning over the counter at the entryway. He stood flush behind her, and her ass rubbed against his dick as she wiggled around in front of him.
“You wore this to fucking torture me, didn’t you?” he muttered while holding one of her hands behind her back and using the other to reach up under her dress.
“Fuck.” He stilled as his fingers met her wet heat and nothing else.
Fucking nothing.
He pulled her back quickly, his heart and dick pounding in rhythm, lined himself up, and entered her in one thrust. Her back arched as she moaned long and long, and his balls ached with the sound.
Leaning forward, placing one hand on the wall for support, he nibbled at her ear, her breathy little pants doing more for him than the sweet squeeze of her warmth as he held himself still inside of her.
“No panties, sweetheart?”
“Mhmm.” He nearly chuckled at her incoherent moan.
“You know I don’t like you without something coveringmypussy, right?” He jerked inside of her as her pussy spasmed.
Fuck, his girl was wild.
“It was for you,” she husked out, her chest heaving with her words, her breasts moving with it. Fuck, he wanted them in his mouth, but as her pussy spasmed again, he knew it would have to wait till another time. He wasn’t fucking pulling out.
“You like tempting me, don’t you, sweetheart?” Her keening moan got higher as he continued talking in her ear, nipping and sucking on the sensitive flesh of her neck.
“Like knowing that you drive me wild.”
“James.”
Almost there.
“Like knowing that I’m the only man that will ever know what this sweet pussy feels like.”
“Ahhh!”
Yes, that was it.
He leaned back and grabbed her hips, letting her hand go, and started a punishing pace. Thrusting in and out, using deep, hard thrusts, and praying he could hold on long enough for her to go over the edge with him.
“You need to come, sweetheart,” he gritted out, knowing he was quickly losing the battle.
“James.” Her high-pitched moan said that she was almost there.
“Now, Melanie,” he warned her.
“James!” Her pussy tightened even more, the little ripples giving away that she was almost there.
“Fuck,” he groaned as his balls drew up tight and that fire along his spine let loose. He couldn’t hold it anymore as he came, continuing to thrust, a shot of pride hitting him when her back arched a bit more and a long, keening cry of pleasure fell from her lips as her body started to shake beneath him.
Fucking finally.