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Growling, I pull her ass to the edge of the table and lay my tongue right over the top of all that gorgeous lace, on the verge of coming in my pants at the scent of her, hot and wet. She’s so wound up it makes me crazy, and I don’t bother pulling the lace off her pussy. The string at her hip offers no resistance, snapping almost as soon as I touch it. Pulling it to one side, I get my mouth on her at last.
Natalie’s moan lifts the hair on the back of my neck. The taste of her, her sounds, and God, her body—I can’t remember ever feeling so desperate to get inside a woman before, but she’s going to come on my tongue and my fingers first.
Bracing her on the edge of the table with one hand, gliding the fingers of the other up the inside of her thighs, I trace over her slickness before sliding one finger into her tight body, working her clit with my lips and tongue. The effect is immediate. Natalie cries out, falling back against the wall as her climax rocks her, thighs quaking and squeezing around my neck, milking my finger for all it’s worth. I don’t let up until she’s spent.
Still shuddering, Natalie tugs me up by the hair. I stand, get my belt and fly open, and grab the condom from my pocket before I take her mouth again. The taste of her gets me so hot my cock starts to throb, and I make quick work of the latex.
When I look up, Natalie’s staring down, gorgeously flushed, that rich dark hair clouding around her shoulders, her lips swollen.
“Christ, you’re sexy.” She swallows, never looking away from my erection for a second. I risk one slow stroke, up and down. Her eyes track the movement, every inch. “You want this?”
She laughs joyously.
“Good Lord, yes.” She reaches down, grips the head of my prick, testing the hardness, peeking up at me as though asking permission.
“Next time, gorgeous. You’ve got me so fucking hot; if you touch me much more like that, I don’t know if I can take it.”
She blushes pink and pulls her hand back, and I swallow a curse, leaning in to capture her mouth again, pulling her back to the edge of the table, bringing her right where I need her. Next time I’ll indulge her, let her play her fill. After we take the edge off. For now, I need?—
Sliding in with one smooth thrust, Natalie takes my cock with a shudder and a moan. I pause, holding back as long as I can, making sure she’s ready because, sweet Jesus Christ, she’s tight, and I am not a small man, and if she moves, it’s going to set me off too soon. More.
“Baby, wait,” I say, my teeth at her ear, shaking as she hitches her hips off the table in small bursts, like she’s trying to ride me where she sits. “Slow it down.”
“Can’t, can’t stop. Please, Finn.”
I pull back, thrusting hard once. The table hits the wall with the force of it.
Natalie’s mouth drops open, realizing what’s about to happen, and she starts to come again.
“Yes.”
The rhythmic grip of her pussy on my hard cock is too much to take. I drive into her over and over, the heavy table hitting the wall with every thrust. Natalie hangs on to my shoulders, fingers sliding and gripping, digging in with her nails, and I lose it, coming with a groan they can probably hear three blocks away. Definitely next door.
An extra pulse shudders through me, my cock thickening all over again.
Natalie’s eyes open wide, still catching her breath, mirroring my own shock. My pulse, only just beginning to slow, picks up all over again.
“Again?”
Pulling myself from her body is exquisite torture when it’s the only place I want to be, where I want to fucking live, but I’m not about to put either of us at risk.
“Stay here. Right here.”
She nods, perched on the edge of the table in my hallway. I make quick work of the condom, find a washcloth, clean up as fast as I can, grabbing a second cloth—and condom—in under two minutes.
But it’s too late. Natalie is buttoning her blouse, her bra and skirt already back in place. She’s got her goddamned shoes on.
“Natalie—”
“Finn.” Her hands falter as she tries to smile. “I…”
She looks down, focusing on her shirt. I approach her slowly, setting the things on the table. I take her hand and bring her fingertips up to kiss them.
“Stay awhile.”
“I—I can’t. I’d better go,” she says, her eyes on my mouth, her own lips swollen and blurry, and it’s all I can do not to back her into the wall and start all over again. “Work tomorrow, you know.”
I do know. And I can already see it in her eyes as she looks between me and the wall that separates my apartment from Nic’s. From her boss’s home. Where he almost certainly just listened to us fuck like horny teenagers.
