her.
I don’t waste any time and reach for her jeans, undo the button, and unzip her. She undresses me too. She wears a white cotton bra and a pair of pink panties with pretty bows. And fuck if she isn’t the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and she’s not wearing some expensive lingerie from some exclusive brand.
“You’re beautiful,” I say.
“Don’t sweet talk me. I’m already here,” she argues.
“It’s the truth, and I’m not doing it for your benefit,” I claim. “We’re doing this my way. I’m in charge.”
Her eyes turn slightly wild.
I lift her by her hips. “Lace your legs around my waist,” I order, and we go up to the loft where my bed is. I place her in the middle of the bed and look at her.
Her face is flushed. Her eyes shine with lust.
Other than her name, I don’t know anything about her, but I have the feeling she doesn’t let people in easily, just like she doesn’t trust much. I take this moment as a gift.
I kneel in front of her, pulling her legs so her ass is by the bed’s edge. I press a kiss on the inside of her thigh as my fingers reach for the elastic of her underwear and pull them down her soft legs. My fingers trail up once they are off, and they stop right before I find her bare core.
“What do you want, Leyla?” I ask as her chest heaves with desperation.
“Touch me,” she whispers, her breath ragged.
I run my mouth along her left thigh and blow air right at her entrance. She moans, thrusting her hips up in the air. I push myself up and move my hand to the back of her neck. “There are so many things I want to do to you, and I’m not sure where to start.”
My hand goes along her collar bone, then lower to her breasts. I press a kiss over her neck right as I unfasten her bra.
Just like I thought, perky, small, and suckable. I pinch the left one as I draw the other breast into my mouth, sucking her gently. I glide my hand down her body, touching her between her legs. I rub her clit with my thumb while my middle finger slides down her wet folds finding her entrance.
She whimpers and moans, and I thrust another finger. My mouth moves from her breast to her mouth because I want to drink her pleasure as I make her come for the first time.
“Fuck me,” she says. “I need you. This isn’t distracting enough. I want…”
To forget whatever it is that’s going on inside her mind. She needs to fill that void. I shove my boxer briefs down. I reach over for the box of condoms I left on the nightstand earlier today. I tear one open, sliding it over my length. I press her knees wide. Her thighs part, opening to me.
Grabbing my cock with one hand, I thrust myself inside her. Her eyes close, but I order her to open them. “Stay with me, Leyla!”
I kiss her, and I’ve never kissed anyone with my eyes open. It’s wild, if not crazy, to see yourself through another person as you’re trying to… What the fuck is it that I’m doing with her?
Trying to fill the void in her soul.
Spark some light into the darkness that she harbors.
It’s not about being inside her anymore and making me feel good for one moment. It’s a lot more than just seeking release. It feels as if we’re absorbing each other. Connecting the dots I didn’t believe existed. Forming something different from two people who didn’t know each other into just one.
Her and me. Me and her.
The harder I kiss her, the faster I drive into her, the more sparks fly between us. Her throaty moans, her walls spasming around me, and the wild beating of her heart are pushing me to the edge faster than I anticipated. This, we could do this all night. I can tie her up. I can fuck her from behind. Whatever she needs from me, just to see those eyes shine.
The lightning from the storm we’re creating flashes faster, and the thunder is louder. Pressure begins to build in my stomach. Heart pounding and body shaking, I come at the same time her breath hitches in her throat, and she milks my cock. I don’t stop looking at her.
Her eyes stare back at me with a new life and a brighter