He slinks his hands beneath my hair, slips his fingers inside my robe, and peels it off my shoulders. The fabric crumples at my feet.
My eyes stay on the window, rooted to his faint reflection as he slides his palms over my breasts, and grows a path of kisses on my neck. One hand journeys to my stomach and then lower, cupping my mound. Slowly, I rock my hips, pushing my rear into his groin.
Hard and pulsing, he slides his length against me, his shaft hotter every time he does it. Palms pressed against the glass, I shudder with pleasure as he runs his hand between my thighs and spreads my legs open.
The tip of his cock trails the spot between my legs, making me clench in anticipation. His eyes follow the slow rocking of my hips as he keeps teasing me with his throbbing flesh.
Wet arousal rolls over him.
“You want it, huh?”
I nod in response.
He slowly drives his hardness into me, stretching me and filling me up, twitching against my walls.
I start to shake.
“Wait, baby...” he rasps, no longer moving, his lips pressed against my hair.
He lowers his mouth and trails my neck with passionate kisses, heat swirling around his erection.
He slightly rolls his hips and smiles against my skin as I eagerly move with him.
A shudder falls through me.
“Stay still. Let it come to you,” he says.
I do. The less I move, the more overwhelming the sensation becomes.
“That’s good,” he purrs, his hard flesh stirring inside me again.
He brings his fingers to my slit and touches my clit, a mere tease. Nothing more. My flesh swells and tingles, craving more of his touch.
Slowly, he shifts his fingers to my mouth and brushes my lips. Once. Twice. I sense the flavor of my wetness, and I want to taste it. He probes my mouth. I part my lips. My tongue gives his fingers a soft swirl and then licks them.
Pleasure surges through my senses.
He pulls back a little and thrusts. Deep. Hard. Crying moans roll off my lips as he rocks his hips and enters me all the way again. He slides in and out. Several times. Hard. Slow. And then hard again, driving me insane.
Panting, I arch against him, trying to quench the growing hunger inside me. His fingers journey to my mouth again. This time I clutch his hand and hold it to my mouth, wrapping my lips around his fingers.
I suck them and moan, my hips dancing with his.
“That’s good,” he says, a smile threading through his voice. “You want to suck a cock right now... A hard, fat cock.... ” he rasps, his heavy breaths fanning over my neck.
I almost choke on a groan as pleasure burns the flesh between my legs. I jerk back, crashing into him. His lips go down my neck again, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing my skin. He rolls his hips and hammers me deep, his free hand strumming my clit.
Closing my eyes, I relish him taking me.
His hand iron grips my neck while his teeth draw sore lines on my shoulder. His hips sway again, slamming into me hard, flesh craving flesh, nothing but addictive pleasure.
Short bursts of air fill my lungs.
“Fuck me... Jaden... ” I murmur, my voice breaking as my body jolts under his pounding. “Make me come...”
His hand coils around my neck as he fiercely pounds me. A low growl vibrates in his chest while the pleasure and relief start tearing me apart.
“Don’t stop,” I murmur.