My hands come up to cup her face and I growl into her mouth, “Maggie’s probably still asleep, right?” Actually, she’s a pretty early riser. But the girls’ room has a guest bath, so she’s got that need covered. And there’s a ton of puzzles and games for her to quietly play with while she waits for the house to wake up. “She’ll be fine for a few more minutes.”
Eyes bright for the brief second I meet her direct gaze, Susan grins at me. “She will. And this won’t take long. Hold me up.”
I frown. “Hold you… up?”
“Uh-huh.” She slides her arms around my neck and hops to bring her hips to mine, her knees banging into the wall as she crosses her legs to hang on to me.
My palms land on her generously swelled derrière, and I jerk her tighter to my front, supporting her and using her to tease myself. Under my robe, she’s as naked as me.
And she’s hot as a forest fire and three hundred thousand times more wet.
“Susssaaan,” I groan into her shoulder. My cock is pounding, riding between her slick thighs, begging for entry. “Lose the robe. Please.”
It piles between us for a moment, caught. And then it’s shoved to the floor in a heap. Her breasts pillow my chest, her nipples two stiff points mashed against me.
“Turn us around,” she instructs, her mouth close to mine.
I do as she says, and when her back is braced against the wall, I can’t help the wild thrust—but then I roll my hips. A technique Susan taught me she liked last night.
My cockhead bumps her, runs along her seam—slips inside her. She’s slippery and soft and squeezing in the best, most welcoming way.
The exhale I make into her neck is choppy, stuttered, and hoarse.
She drops her chin, bringing her mouth to my ear. “Take me,” she whispers. And I can feel her lips stretch and curl up in an enchantress' smile.
Hands sliding to the backs of her legs, I grip her hard and take her harder. Forcing the breath from her lungs with each pounding connection of my pelvis to hers, I nearly go at her rough enough to send her through the wall.
Tipping my head back, sucking in air like up til this point in my life it’s been stringently rationed, I meet her eyes.
Her gaze is rapt on me, staring back with huge pupils and hunger. But… something’s missing. “Can you come from this?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, but I love feeling you. And watching you,” she adds. And I think she means it. But I don’t want her to just enjoy the view.
Wrapping my arms tightly around her lower back, I haul her hard against me, making her gasp, and walk us to the bed where I bend her over it like I imagined, slide my hand between the bedspread we just set to rights five minutes ago and her front, and I inexpertly fumble to find her clit.
Sensing my waning confidence perhaps, or simply saving us some time, she clasps my wrist and smooths her fingers down until they cover my fingers, and she guides me to find her, showing me how to touch her exactly like she needs.
THIS JUST IN: hottest experience of my life happening right here, right now.
“Susan!” I growl against her back, curled over her, my shaft between the cheeks of her ass, wet and throbbing and ready to get back inside her. I imagined that I’d lovingly take in the view of her back and hips and whatever I could see of her breasts if I got them swinging hard enough as I rode her from behind—but now that I’m actually here, on top of her, feeling her shudder and break apart under me and whimper my name?
I’m not going to last two seconds. If I so much as open my eyes and see her under me, I won’t last long enough to get back inside her.
Her nails dig into my hip, reaching for me, urging me to properly mount her.
I’m driven to nip her on the shoulder before I bend my knees and grab myself, bringing my tip to her entrance, making a slow tease at her lips that has us both biting back exclamations.
I push into her hard enough to scrub her across the comforter. Only her thighs being trapped at the end of the bed stops her movement. She’s probably going to have rugburn by the time I’m