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The quiet between us has my breath coming out in a quivering sigh. He catches it with his mouth.
He grips the sides of my panties, yanking them down like the unnecessary barrier they are. It’s like we’re dying to get inside of each other’sskinas I tug at his button and pull his zipper down over what feels like a promising present.
My panties hit the floor just as I reach into his shorts and grab his thick, warm cock. A light squeeze has him lifting my leg so it rests over the crook of his elbow and licking the fingers on his free hand.
His eyes have a hold of mine as he brings his wet fingers to rubs at my entrance, and my lips part when he sweeps over my clit.
“You’re so ready,” he whispers, pressing his index finger into me. “Like you knew I’d be here tonight.”
I want to tell him how silly that notion is—how there’s no way I couldknowthat. But then he’s lifting both my legs to wrap around his waist and I’m holding on, ready to ride the wave of lust.
His fingers are gone and I hear the telltale sound of foil as he yanks at the condom wrapper with the edges of his teeth. Should it bother me that he’s so prepared? He sheaths himself out of my view and a moment later, I feel the blunt head of his cock brushing against me. When I try to close my eyes, he stops.
“Keep them open,” he orders, just before pushing into me.
It’s slow torture as he opens me up, taking his time. My breath is held captive by the pleasure of it all.
His eyes drive into mine as his hips still. My hands find the shelf, bracing myself against it as he pulls out and pushes right back in. It’s a struggle to keep my eyes from closing, but the more I watch him, the more I live in this moment of primal fucking.
Each thrust drives my breath from my body. We are slick with sweat, and he is slick with me.
Hands grip my waist and slide…down…
His fingers meet my wetness where he impales relentlessly.
As he plays, I can feel his coated fingers bringing me higher and higher. My breaths are now punctuated with sounds of satisfaction.
He’s grunting and I grip the books, not bothering to worry when a few of them fall to the floor.
The impending orgasm has me crying out.
This is the thunder, I think to myself before I let go.
He continues the pace, holding my body as I sag into him, little whimpers of pleasure leaving my body without permission.
“God, I love your pussy,” he grunts out.
He pulls out and I slump back against the shelves, reaching out with eyes that aren’t seeing and hands that are shaking.
I can hardly tell if I’m spinning or if it’s the world around me when I find myself now facing the shelves.
Hands brace against the backs of my thighs before sliding up to spread my ass cheeks.
And then there’s licking and sucking and slurping that has me nearly losing my balance.
“I was right. You are sweet,” he murmurs, lapping up my orgasm, his hum of approval making me quiver.
My eyes are squeezed shut against the onslaught of desire spreading through me. All of my senses are involved in this undertaking of my body.
Who am I?
I don’t have time to ponder the thought before he’s pushing inside of me again.
My dress is bunched up around my waist and he reaches forward, plucking at the buttons holding the top of it together. The fabric slides down my shoulders, exposing my back. His thrusts have my body climbing again as he presses kisses into my spine.
I cry out as he creates a faster tempo with our bodies, the sounds of them meeting over and over has me reaching down and rubbing my clit, an expert at getting myself there.
He pushes my hand away and takes over, and I stumble over my orgasm, surprise taking my breath away. The guttural sound that escapes his throat speaks of pleasure, and I lean my forehead against the shelf as I try to find myself again.
