hoodie. Then her tank top. Then her bra, her breasts bouncing free. Her nipples were hard, a dark, swollen pink. She stripped off her shorts and pushed her panties down over her hips, slowly, watching me as I watched her.
I wanted to see her naked.
I wanted to see what it would do to me.
She dropped the panties and stepped out of them. I let my eyes drift over her naked curves, and my cock got impossibly harder.
She climbed over me, kneeling above me on the couch. I drifted my hands up her thighs. They were spread, her knees planted on either side of my hips, her pussy bared to me. I drifted my thumb over her clit and watched her shudder. She stayed like that, one hand on the back of the couch for support, as I drifted my fingers over the soft flesh between her legs and she trembled.
Her eyes met mine, hooded with desire.
I really didn’t think I could feel like this again.
But the way Taylor looked at me, the way she responded to me… the intensity of what I was already feeling for her was blowing me away.
“Lie down,” I said. My voice was tight and gravelly with lust.
She lay back on the couch as I got up and crawled over her. I smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her. Our lips met, and I thrust my tongue into her. She met every movement, her hands sliding up the back of my neck and her fingers digging into my hair. My cock pressed into her soft thigh.
I broke away. “I think I’m obsessed with you,” I panted. It felt only fair to warn her.
“What does that mean?”
“It means you should probably get out of here.”
Her eyes held mine, unflinching. “What if I stay?”
I blinked at her. Obviously, she wasn’t running like I’d pretty much assumed she’d be doing by now.
I couldn’t fathom why.
“I don’t have a condom,” I told her.
“Uh…”
“The only woman I’ve been with in the last year got tested regularly and so did I. We always used protection.”
“Me, too. I always do.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes.”
I shifted my hips to press my cock against her pussy, rubbing the shaft against her clit until she moaned. I was afraid she might ask questions. About this woman. About how I got tested when I didn’t leave my house.
So I kept grinding against her clit in hopes of distracting her. Cheap move, but I didn’t stop.
Then she lifted her hips, angling herself to take me.
“Okay,” she breathed. “Yes.”
I looked at her eyes, and I didn’t stop looking as I pushed into her. Then her eyes closed.
I groaned as her heat squeezed me. So smooth and wet… I drew my hips back and did it again. Her eyes opened as I fucked her. She moaned each time I buried my cock in her heat.
I reached down and rolled my fingertips around her clit, gently, hoping to get her at least close to where I was before I lost it.
“I’m afraid this is gonna be the shittiest fuck you ever had…” I choked out.
“Um… this is already the best fuck I ever had, so…”
I couldn’t imagine how that was possible. But I was hardly capable of much conversation right now. “Is harder okay?” I managed.
“Yes.”
Good. Because I was already sweating trying to hold back. I rammed into her harder and she moaned appreciatively. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so careful with a woman before. I knew she wanted me, but I was still fucking terrified of scaring her away.
I was pretty accustomed to having my way during sex. Being the boss, so to speak. And the women I was with enjoying it.
But.
I hadn’t actually liked a woman like this in so long, I could barely remember the etiquette.
“How rough do you want me?”
Her eyes met mine again. “Uh… kinda rough?”
I experimented, fucking her hard, but slow, one deep stroke at a time while I basically fought to hold back my orgasm. At the same time, I held her down with my weight. I pressed her thigh up, spreading her open as wide as I could, making her moan. I played with her, biting a nipple, lightly, then a little harder, while my fingers worked her clit in quick, urgent strokes.
She moaned and kneaded my ass with her hands, and kissed my throat. I could feel her pussy tightening around me as she worked her hips against me.
“I have to come,” I grit out, when she scraped