Before I lose too much of my head, I pull a condom from my pocket and toss it on the armrest. I'm just about to push her down when she grabs the foil and twists her head to show it to me.
"I'm on the pill," she says matter-of-factly. "And I hate condoms. I also know you're religious about using them, which means you should be clean. I am too. We're not using one now."
I blink, stunned. But she's waiting for my answer, so I nod, once—and then swallow nervously as I realize just how badly I wanted to fuck her bare.
I take the packet from her hand and chuck it across the room. And before she can say anything else, I grab the back of her head and push down, folding her over the armrest.
She catches herself with her hands and automatically pushes back into me. I groan as she rubs her ass against me. But I feel like I need to regain the power in our dynamic right now, so I step back and drop a slap onto her exposed ass cheek.
She yelps in surprise, then immediately spreads her legs a little wider, pushing her dress further up her hips and revealing more of her perfect ass. She's so horny she can't even control how her body is reacting to me.
I debate dropping my pants and impaling her right then and there but decide I need to make her come one more time first. I drop to my knees behind her and lick the length of her slit.
And immediately groan when I taste how perfectly sweet—anddrenched—she is. Tasting her on my fingers was nothing compared to the experience of dipping my tongue into her. I hungrily trace over the length of her again.
She moans at the contact and buckles, barely catching herself before she drops onto the couch. I grab her thighs in a punishing grip and start teasing her with my tongue.
Fuck,she tastes so good.I could spend the entire night right here behind her. I alternate between lapping at her wet cunt and sucking on her swollen clit, and when I spear her entrance with my tongue, I feel a whole body shiver run through her.
I'm no longer taking my time. We both sense each other's feelings of desperation and I'm setting a rapid pace to match it. I can tell she's getting close by the way she's breathing. She's panting, pushing her soaking pussy into my face and begging for more friction. Just as she's about to explode, I press the pad of my thumb against her asshole.
She screams as her release tears through her. She's shaking, whimpering, as I continue to lazily tongue the bundle of nerves above her pussy. I slowly ease off as I feel her coming back down.
But before she's fully recovered, I'm already standing and pushing my pants to the floor. I grab her hips and slide in deep.
She gasps at the sudden intrusion—then immediately starts meeting my thrusts, pushing her ass back and begging for more. I groan and drive in even harder.
I can't stop staring at the view in front of me, at the sight of my dick covered in her orgasm and sliding in and out of her tight pussy. Even with her dress still on, I can see the perfect curves running from her tiny waist to her plump ass. Her cheeks shake tantalizingly with each thrust. I slap one, hard, and relish the sound of her gasp-turned-moan.
“You’re so deep,” she whimpers. I see her hands start to scrabble at the couch, as if she’s trying to find something to hold onto. The vision just makes me growl and hit even deeper. “Oh my god,Tristan.”
I throw my head back with a slew of muttered curses as I feel my release growing in my balls. I knew as soon as she was bent over in front of me that this wouldn't last a long time, but I still need her to come again before I can finish.
I lean forward until my chest is pressed against her back and my lips touch her ear. "Such a good fucking girl," I whisper. "You take my cock so well." My hand slips around her waist and slides down until I'm massaging her clit again.
"God yes," she moans. "Don't stop, I'm s-so close…"
"I know you are," I growl, rubbing her a little faster. “I can feel how drenched you are, how much your pussy is tightening around my cock and getting ready to come again. You feel fucking amazing.”
I let my tongue slide along her neck, nipping her skin and looking for the sweet spot that will make her go crazy. “You love being fucked like this, don’t you? You love how deep I can get, how rough I can take you. I can fuck you as hard as I know you like to be fucked.”
She whimpers at my words, which is as much of an admission as I need that I have her pleasure pegged perfectly. I find the spot along her neck just below her ear that makes her knees buckle again when I bite and suck at the skin. I wrap my other arm around her waist to keep her from falling and increase the furious tempo of my fingers on her clit. I’m craving her release more than I can ever remember wanting it from a woman. If I don’t feel her waves of pleasure around me soon, I might actually lose my goddamn mind.
Suddenly, I'm ready to end this. I move the hand that was gripping her hips up to wrap around her throat. I squeeze. “I need you to come on my cock, Remy.Now. Come for me.”
At my grip and my words, she explodes beneath me. I feel her pussy squeeze me, hard, as her orgasm shakes her whole body. My release is only a few seconds behind hers—there isn't a chance I would've been able to get through the feeling of her coming on my cock without exploding myself. I groan, spilling inside her.
I lean against her back, my cheek pressed to her shoulder. Our breaths are both ragged and I can feel her shaking from the aftershock of her orgasm.
Not wanting to crowd her with my weight for too long, I straighten up and step back. I readjust my pants as I watch Remy out of the corner of my eye.
She stands up and quickly tugs her dress down to cover herself. As she smooths her just-fucked hair, I can tell she's avoiding my gaze. She's spent so long hating me that she doesn't know how to react to this change in our relationship—or what it means.
I don't know either but what I do know, without a shadow of a doubt, is that I won't be able to stop after one time. I rack my brain for something to say that can ease her nerves.
"Remy, I—" I start, but she cuts me off, finally looking up at me.
"It's okay, you don't need to do that," she says quickly. "Let's just… forget it."