pulled up her dress so her toned thighs were visible in the darkness. My fingers yanked her black panties over her hips and down her legs. They fell to her ankles, and she quickly kicked them away, where they would remain in the alleyway long after we were gone.
Fucking hot.
She grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged on the fabric so she could pull my lips to hers. It was her signature move that had always made me weak. Her leg hiked over my hip, and she grabbed my ass and pulled me as close as possible. She was blocked from view by the dumpster, and my large mass hid the rest of her if someone made the mistake of walking by.
Our lips were entangled in a heated embrace as I gripped the back of her knee and kept her leg over my hip. I smothered her into the wall and ground my hard length against her aching clit.
Quiet moans echoed in the alleyway, and I was so focused that someone could have robbed me and I wouldn’t have even noticed. Wouldn’t have even cared. I pulled on the left strap of her dress so it could slide down a bit. The fallen fabric eventually exposed one gorgeous tit, plump with milk she used to nourish my son. My palm gripped it tightly, and I squeezed as I continued to grind against her and kiss her at the same time.
This was the last place I thought I would end up tonight, but I was glad I hadn’t ended up in bed with that blonde. Our kisses wouldn’t have been this hot, our touches wouldn’t have been so scorching, and our bodies wouldn’t writhe like this. Only one woman could make me pant like a dog, could make me plead like a beggar.
I grabbed the base of my dick and pushed my tip inside.
Wet.
Tight.
Perfect.
I closed my eyes for a moment and moaned against her face because pussy never felt so good. I hadn’t been with her since she’d had Andrew, and I was surprised she was exactly the same as she was before. Her body bounced back with incredible resilience, and the body part that could give life could also give incredible pleasure.
When she had every inch of me, she stilled and breathed deeply. Her hand was underneath my shirt and against my back, her nails clawing at my skin. Her fingertips stopped moving because she wanted to pause and enjoy the incredible feeling between her legs. She acted like it was the first time in a long time. She gave the sexiest sigh, so quiet that only I could hear it. It was stupid not to wear a condom with her when I had no idea where she’d been, but I refused to wear anything with her. She was different from the others. She was special to me.
When she pulled on my lower back, I knew she was anxious for me to move. She yanked on me so I could slide deep inside her before I pulled out again. She determined the pace, slow and steady, with even strokes that made for a sexy cadence.
I wanted to kiss her but couldn’t. All I could do was hold her close and look into those excited eyes. I was breathing too hard to kiss her at the same time. I was feeling too much to do two things at once. I picked up her knee a little higher and pushed her into the wall so I could take her at a deeper angle.
So fucking good.
A group of drunk guys passed on the sidewalk, yelling and laughing as they got kicked out of the bar, but it didn’t shatter our moment. We were oblivious to the world around us, just a man and a woman doing what they were meant to do.
She rested her face against mine and breathed with me. “Hades…”
I closed my eyes and moaned because my dick became just a bit harder.
Her hands slid down to my ass, and she dug her fingernails deep into the muscle. She started to change the speed, making it deeper and faster. As she breathed harder and her body tightened, her eyelids started to flutter open and closed. A beautiful red tint flushed deep into her cheeks, the warning she always gave before an explosion. I’d fucked her enough times to know exactly what that look foretold.
Made my dick want to combust.
When the pleasure imploded between her legs, her head tilted back against