I bend over her, pushing her panties aside so that I can feel her with my dick.
“Ryan…do it now,” she begs me.
And that was all I needed to hear.
I push inside her, slowly. Christine scratches at my back with her nails, as I grab the arm of the sofa and thrust as deeply as I can. She wraps her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my flesh, as her pussy tightening around my cock.
Her heat, her desire.
Just her.
I keep pushing, losing control, blinded by my own desperation to have her, right now. To hear her moan and shout, to feel her lose herself underneath me, taken by my desire and my force.
Suddenly, I pull out of her, and she looks at me worriedly. I pant, short of breath, watching our bodies come together again; I delve into her, slowly, feeling every muscle in my body tremble. I throw my head back, closing my eyes. I’m already addicted to her.
I lower into her again, pulling out almost completely before plunging in as deeply as possible. Her body adapts perfectly to mine, as she abandons herself underneath me and welcomes me, every thrust bringing her closer to paradise.
“Ryan…” she sighs, her eyes closed, her hands groping for the arm of the chair behind her, helping her withstand my thrusts.
I grab her wrists and stop, suddenly.
“What…?”
“Do you want more?”
“Fuck yes.”
That’s all I wanted to hear.
I hold her still, sliding in and out of her over and over, spellbound by the sight of our bodies inside each other: hers, small and powerless underneath mine, strong and overbearing. I watch her breasts, which rise with each thrust; her hair fanned out over the sofa; her cheeks on fire; her pussy, opening itself completely to me.
It’s an image which makes me afraid that I won’t be able to avoid exploding inside her in just a few seconds.
“Christine…” I tell her, breathing into her ear. “I want to hear you.”
“Oh, hell, yes,” she says, opening her eyes.
I keep her hands pinned above her head with one hand, the other massaging her clit until her body starts to tremble underneath mine.
I want to see her crumble.
“Ryan…” My name on her lips is so enticing that I almost break in two with a longing to feel her trembling in my mouth.
“Yes…”
“Now…”
I slide inside her again, as she watches my hand tormenting her. My dick is on the brink of exploding, spurred on by the sight of her pleasure.
Christine yells, jolted by the orgasm that flows from her body to mine, overpowering us both, leaving us breathless.
I fall onto her, resting my head between her soft breasts as she lets go of the sofa behind her.
“Oh my God…” she says, as soon as she gets her breath back.
I look up.
“Don’t you even think about leaving now,” she warns me, reminding me of our first encounter, and making me feel like a piece of shit.
