She whimpers as I spread open her folds, and a moment later, my fingers enter her.
“You are already so wet for me,” I pant as I plunge my fingers in and out a few times, stretching her.
“Hurry,” she urges me. Her hand reaches around my cock to help position me at her entrance, and I’m shocked that I don’t come right then and there. With one long stroke, I’m deep inside her.
Back against the wall, Lucy is panting and wriggling, impaled on my cock, and I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life.
I lift her right leg and hook her knee around my hip, and we both moan in response to the adjustment. I rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “God, Lucy. You are everything,” I grit out as I shove into her again and again.
She meets every thrust with a responding arch of her own hips. Her hot opening is the perfect, tight sheath for me, encircling me and never letting me go.
I hope she never does.
Reaching down between our bodies, I swipe her clit in lazy circles, because I need to take her over the edge with me. I refuse to climax without her. But all it takes is a few flicks.
“Jake, I’m coming!” she whimpers, her lips just grazing mine.
“Look at me, Lucy,” I say, and her eyes lock on mine the moment before her body starts to clench and shake around me.
Then my own climb begins. Still keeping my eyes on hers, I continue to plunge into her, the exquisite friction almost unbearable. The pinnacle is so high that I’m blinded by the force of myorgasm. Too soon, I’m over the cliff—toppling, falling, collapsing, emptying myself into this woman that I have fallen head over heels for.
“Jake,” she whispers.
“Lucy, I love you,” I say, my voice only a hoarse whisper.
“I love you too.” The sound of those words from her lips is so sweet that I feel like I could fall apart from happiness.
Maybe I already have.
I gently lift her curtain of hair and tuck it behind her shoulder, pressing my lips softly on her neck. Then laughter rumbles out of me.
“What?” her voice sounds amused.
“We didn’t even make it to the bed,” I chuckle.
Lucy giggles. “No, we did not.”
“What do you say we make use of it now?”
“That sounds like a perfect idea,” she says.
After cleaning up, we sit next to each other on the bed. This time I want to savor every moment. I tug her closer to me, pressing my lips against hers, easing her mouth open with my tongue.
Lucy moans and moves closer to me. I slowly unzip her dress and help her out of the sleeves. I trace a finger against her delicate jawline, the curve of her neck, the elegant collarbone. I hold her hand to assist her to standing, the dress puddling at her feet as she rises.
The vision of Lucy in only a lacy bra and panties is awe-inducing. “You are so beautiful,” I breathe.
“Your turn,” she says, grinning, as she pulls me to a stand. I tug my shirt over my head as she slides my pants down my legs. I’m already hard for her. She brushes her hand over my boxer briefs, and my cock responds, jerking to her touch.
I stop her hand in her tracks, and she pouts. “I need to see you,” I say, eyes raking over her perfect body.
Lucy slowly undoes the clasp of her bra and lets it drop to the floor.
My breathing goes ragged, and I’m stroking myself by the time her panties follow.
“Fair is fair,” she teases, and I never want this moment to end.
I slide out of my boxer briefs, already stained with cum, and my cock is already straining to be inside of her again. “Come here,” I say, taking her hand and pulling her to the bed.
