hands feel fucking amazing on my skin.
We're touching, connecting.
Nothing else feels this good.
I do away with her coat. Then the t-shirt. The bra. I pin her to the wall, my bare chest pressing against hers, and I kiss her hard.
Willow groans as she kisses back. She's as hungry and needy as I am. The way she presses her fingertips into my neck, with all this gentle affection-
Fuck, I need her right now.
I unzip her jeans and push them off her hips. She kicks them, and her shoes, off.
I want inside her, but I can't rush this.
Need to make sure she's ready.
Her back is arched. Her crotch is pressed against mine. She's sighing like she's desperate.
I rub her over her panties. For a moment, she groans into my mouth. Then her lips break from mine and she's moaning into my ear.
"Now." She sucks on my earlobe. "I need you inside me."
She sucks harder. Her hands dig into my hair, pulling my head into position. My eyelids press together as pleasure overwhelms me. She knows how to fucking work me. Other women never bothered to figure it out.
But Willow realized it before I'd ever even touched her.
Fuck. I slam my hands into the wall, rocking my body into hers. The friction of my jeans is equal parts pleasant and painful.
She unzips my jeans and presses her palm against my cock, over my boxers. Somehow, I get harder.
I push her panties to her knees and run my fingers over her. She's wet. She's fucking dripping. Usually, I'd make sure she comes first, but I can't fucking wait.
I do away with my jeans, kick our clothes out of the way, and wrap my hands around her ass.
Need to know she's mine. Need to feel it everywhere.
She gasps as I lift her and press her against the wall. Her hands slide around my upper back.
"Tom," she breaths.
Yes.
I watch need fill her expression. Her eyes are heavy with it. Her lips are pursed like she can't do anything but groan.
I hold her hips, guiding her body towards mine. My cock strains against her. The brush of her folds sends me panting.
Fuck. I need to be inside her.
Her eyes press together. Her fingertips dig into my skin. "Tom, please. I need you."
God damn, I love the sound of that.
Slowly, I shift inside her. One inch at a time, she envelops me.
I shift deeper. Deeper.
She groans as I press my body against hers.
She feels so fucking good. I keep her pinned against the wall as I thrust into her. Slowly at first. Then faster.
Harder.
Her mouth goes to my ear. She sucks on my earlobe, her hands digging into my back, her hips shifting in time with my movements.
There. That's it.
Feeling how badly she wants my pleasure, how badly she needs us pressed together—that's fucking everything.
My last conscious thought falls away. All I know is Willow. Her lips on my skin. Her skin against my fingertips. Her folds enveloping me.
She sucks harder. Harder. Hard enough I lose control.
My grip tightens around her hips. I move faster.
She pulls back to gasp. Her eyes meet mine. She brings her hands to my hair and she stares into my eyes.
The intimacy of it leaves me breathless.
Then she's kissing me, and I know my lips will be pressed against hers until we're both finished. I move faster, harder.
Until she's groaning into my mouth.
She's almost there.
Her thighs squeeze my hips. Her hands tug at my hair.
She groans enough I feel the vibrations everywhere.
I can feel her coming, feel the way she pulses around me, the way it pulls me closer, deeper.
I keep the same rhythm until she's finished, and then I move faster. Harder.
I need all of her.
Need to come inside her.
She holds on tightly, still kissing me, still groaning into my mouth.
The world is the two of us.
No secrets, no hiding shit, nothing but us connecting.
Pleasure takes hold of me. Can't do anything but soak it in. She's fucking soft. Still fucking wet. Still fucking moaning into my mouth.
Still fucking mine.
With my next thrust, I come. The intensity of it makes me pull back. I have to groan. Have to gasp. Have to take in all the affection and need in her hazel eyes.
She squeezes me as I fill her.
Fuck, I feel my orgasm everywhere. I'm still shaking when I'm finished. She's still shaking when I set her down on the ground.
She wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head against my chest.
I hold her back. We'll have to clean up