grip of her teeth. They're bright pink, raw and begging to be kissed. I don’t know anything but that I need to kiss her, too. My fingers curl in her hair and make a fist.
“Let me ease it.” I tug, gently, and that’s all it takes for her face to lift to mine.
Her eyes are hot and turbulent with need and hope and challenge. I’m up to it.
“Fuck you,” she breathes. Her lips a hairsbreadth from mine, now.
My heartbeat throttles to a full-on sprint. “Just a taste. Let me.”
Trumpets of victory blare when her hand slides around my waist and gives me a barely perceptible nod of ascent. “Go slow.”
“I’ll try.” And I do. Even though I’m desperately hungry and going slowly feels like lying. I press a kiss to her full lower lip, and savor the plump sweetness of it against my parched lips. “So soft,” I murmur and move to the corner of her mouth.
“Oh….” The word leaves her in a sigh of relief and she shifts her hips and lifts herself onto the desk. Her thighs are spread wide enough for me to fit into the apex of them, and I sink into the plush heat that yields to the urgent press of my need.
I lift my head to press another kiss to her lips and she cups my face to guide my mouth back to hers.
“No more slow. Fast,” she clips it out like a command right before our lips touch again.
I laugh and her mouth opens under mine, our tongues dart and dance, desperate for each other, and without any hope of being satisfied.
My memories muted the shades of perfect that our fragmented parts make together. I may not have known biographical details, but I’ve always known who she is and what we are.
If this this slice of time between now and the future is all the time we’ll ever have, then I want to give her what I should have been all these years. This slow, languid pace feels like telling a lie. We don’t have all the time we want and this isn’t nearly enough.
“Do you want me stop?” I breathe against her lips.
I finger the lace edge of her panties. And as soon as the "N," in her gasped "No" forms on her lips I tug until they tear away from her body.
And finally, I touch heaven. And it’s even more wonderful than I remember. She's hot, wet,and when I slip my fingers inside her, all of that soft lush flesh grips them tight. “That's it, baby. You feel so good,” I praise her. and stroke her deep
She whimpers and rocks her hips. I add another finger and pump my hand in and out. She drops her head onto my shoulder. “Carter, oh God,” she cries and the need in her voice makes my already hard erection achingly stiff “Take my dick out, I want inside you.” I command in a low gruff voice
"Yes. I need it. So bad." Her words are interspersed with gasps and whimpers that seal our fate. She reaches between us and deftly undoes my fly. She shoves my jeans down my hips and before I have a chance to brace myself, she wraps her small hand around my dick and gives it a long slow stroke that makes my balls tingle. I thrust into her hand and feel the tingle in my balls right away.
"Oh fuck," I groan and pitch forward a little, pressing her deeper into the wall.
"I love that I can do that to you," she says in my ear.
I push forward into the easement her body makes for mine. I drive all the way in on that first thrust and the grip of hot, tight, wet pussy is like coming home. I can’t believe I had this pussy and let it go.
She may not be mine for real, but in this small slice of time, she'll be mine in every way I can make her.
Her back arches and she lets loose a little scream that curls my fucking toes. She writhes her hips, and lifts up. I grip her waist. And thrust up and encourage her to roll her hips and move down. “Ah, yes. That’s it. That’s the spot.” She beams at me. “You always find it. She tightens her arms around my neck and I press deeper.
She's tight, but it feels so good being inside her, I don't ever want to leave.
Her hands grasp my ass and she’s rocking her hips to