my pocket in front of our door on the seventh floor.
Gripping the handle tight, I glance down at her, knowing it’s our last chance to stop this before it’s too late. “I have condoms in my bag in the bathroom. I can get one as soon as we go in. We don’t have to decide right now if we aren’t ready.”
Colette steps inside, pulling me through after her. As the heavy door snicks shut, she guides my hand through the slit in her dress, between her warm thighs, and then higher.
My fingers touch the soaked fabric between her legs, and my head threatens to explode.
“I’m ready.”
I pull her panties to one side, clearing the way for my hand to explore her slick heat. I groan as my middle finger pushes inside her, gliding deep into where she’s so hot and tight, my jaw clenching as her fingers fist in my shirt and a turned-on sound escapes from the back of her throat.
“I don’t want a condom,” she says, her breath hot against my neck. “I just want you, but you have to decide if—” She breaks off with a soft cry as I add a second finger, fucking her with my hand as she tightens her grip on my neck.
“God, I want to touch you,” she says. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes. Fuck, please, touch me.”
She reaches for my zipper, dragging it down and taking my aching length into her hand, and time skips again.
This time, I catch up with my body as we’re tumbling onto the bed. Colette’s dress has vanished, and her breasts are in my hands as she stretches out on top of me. I guide her nipple to my mouth and suck the tight flesh, teasing her with my tongue as I explore her body with my hands. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined she’d be, but it’s the way she feels that’s driving me out of my mind.
She’s just so fucking perfect. Her ass in my hands and her stomach trembling against mine and her breath hot on my lips as I roll us over and kiss my way down her ribs—every moment feels so good, so right.
“Please,” she breathes, her hands tangling in my hair. “Please. Inside me. Please. I don’t want your mouth, Zack, I want—”
She breaks off with a cry as I tug her legs apart and drag my tongue up the seam of her, the salty taste of her pussy flooding my mouth as I find her clit.
“You taste so good,” I murmur against her skin as she moans low in her throat. “I’ve been dying to make you come like this.” I reach up, rolling her nipple with one hand as I catch her jaw in my fingers. I rub my thumb across her bottom lip, groaning against her swollen flesh as she sucks it inside her mouth. Her hips buck into my tongue, and I give her what she’s asking for, kissing her harder, deeper until my mouth is grinding against her core, and she’s making the sexiest about-to-come sounds I’ve ever heard.
I’m so hard my cock is in sex purgatory, wondering what the hell he did to deserve this kind of suffering, but I’m not about to stop eating her pussy until I feel her…
Hear her…
Taste her…
She cries out, her heels digging into the mattress as her hips lift into my mouth. A beat later, her thighs begin to shake, and a rush of heat floods across my tongue. I grab her ass in both hands and pull her tighter against me, devouring her as she comes with her fingers tangled in my hair, begging, “Please, inside me. Now, Zack, please. Please…”
Her words end in a sob, and I know it’s time to end the suffering—hers and mine.
Surging over her, I capture her mouth, kissing her with her salty-sweet taste still on my tongue as I guide my cock to her entrance. She’s tight, but so wet I sink into her without a hint of resistance, gliding deep until I’m buried in her molten sweetness and wondering if it’s possible to die from pleasure.
“You feel so good,” I murmur against her lips, my hand shaking as I brush her hair from her forehead. “So fucking good.”
“Yes.” She sighs, wrapping her legs around my hips.
I want to move, to ride her, take her more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I’m so turned on I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself.
I knew bare would be different than with a