“I want you,” I said.
She nodded. “I want you to make me come like you did last night.”
“That can be arranged.”
I nudged her back against the wall. She leaned against it, looking up at me with hazy eyes.
I wondered if she knew how sexy she was, what she did to me.
She had to, since my dick was rock-hard in her hand.
She lifted one leg, wrapping the other around my waist.
I put one hand on the wall and slid inside her.
“Fuck,” I panted. “Were you thinking about this, too?”
She nodded, moaning. “Yes.”
I bent to kiss her.
She rocked her hips slowly, moving against me.
I watched her as she writhed and moaned. I wanted her to dance for me—not in the club, just privately.
I wanted to watch her move like she had on stage.
I wanted her to fuck me like that.
“Autumn,” I gasped.
“God, please, just—fuck me?”
I couldn’t say no to that.
I braced my hand on the wall, thrusting into her.
She gasped, her hips moving to meet mine. I felt every inch of her, wrapped around me like a vise.
One day, I wanted this to last, but not tonight.
I was already on the edge, and I could tell she was, too.
She held my shoulders tight, balancing on her toes as I thrust into her.
And then she cried out, her body tightening, every muscle tense. A flush washed over her face and chest.
I held her tight to keep her standing.
It only took a few more thrusts for me to come, too. I buried myself inside her, still giving a few shallow thrusts as I started to come down.
Autumn looked up at me with her eyes out of focus.
“God,” she said, “you’re good at that.”
* * * * *
We lay together in my bed. Autumn was on her back, head resting on my shoulder; my arm was around her. We were both naked, only covered by a sheet.
