her to know I wanted more. The kiss is soft, unlike all the others we’ve had over the past week. “I can never get enough,” I say, peeling her sweater over her head. “You leave me always wanting more.”
“You always leave me breathless,” she says, unbuttoning my white shirt. “Every night, I wanted you to stay with me,” she says, looking up at me, shocking me. “I wanted you to stay with me if only to hold me.”
“If I stayed with you, gorgeous,” I tell her when she slips the shirt over my shoulders, “I wouldn’t have been able to just hold you.”
She smirks at me. “I would have been okay with that.” Her hands go to my pants, and I push her back before she slips off my pants.
“If my cock comes out,” I tell her, “I won’t be able to stop from burying myself in you.”
“I am more than okay with that,” she says, kicking off her boots and then slipping her pants off. Standing in front of me wearing just a bra and panties, she comes to me. “Make me yours.” She puts her hands around my neck.
I attack her mouth this time, not sure I can stop myself. My hand goes around her waist as I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk to the bed, our mouths never letting the other go. My knee hits the bed, and she only lets me go when I lay her in the middle of the bed. I lean over to grab a condom out of the side drawer. She sits up in the middle of the bed and kisses my stomach. “I’ve never done this,” I tell her as she looks up at me. “Here.”
“You’ve never had sex in your bed?” she asks, confused, and then looks down and then up. “I’ve never had sex in my bed, either.” She unbuttons my pants and pulls them down over my hips.
“This is not what I thought it would be like,” I tell her, ripping the condom with my teeth.
“How did you think it would have been?” she asks as I unclip her bra and toss it to the side.
“I thought it would be smoother,” I say as she pulls down my boxers and my cock springs out. I roll the condom down my length. “I thought it would be after I make you come a couple of times with my tongue and my fingers.”
“You can still do that.” She lies back and spreads her legs, and I see her pussy out and open for me. Her panties are crotchless. “Just after you make me come with your cock.”
“You got it,” I say, taking my cock in my hand and rubbing it up and down her slit. “Are you going to watch?” I ask as the tip of my cock slips into her. Her eyes never leave my cock as she takes me in one smooth move.
Her heat all around me as she pulls her legs back. “Fuck me,” she says, still looking down at where we are joined. I pull my cock out and then slam into her again. I try to go slow, but she keeps asking me to go harder.
“More,” she says, her hips coming up to meet my thrusts. Snapping, I grab her hips in my hands and pull her onto my cock each time I slam into her. The sound of skin slapping fills the room.
“I’m going to come,” she says. I slip out of her and flip her over to her knees, then slam into her from behind. The sound of her moans, along with my panting, fills the room. I wait for her to come, and when she finally does, I pick her off her knees and slam into her one more time until my balls hit her clit and I come inside the condom.
Once I slip out of her, I walk to the bathroom, taking the condom off and then kicking off my pants. When I return to my bedroom, I see Layla lying exactly how I left her. “I need a minute,” she says when she sees me. I lean down and snap her panties off her. I toss them over with her bra and then grab another condom out of the drawer.
Climbing back on the bed, I admire her fine ass as I put the condom beside her on the pillow. She looks over her shoulder at me, and again, I grip her hips