Her towel falls to the floor, as does my jaw. I take her in. Long legs. Full hips. A patch of the finest gold on her mound. Tight breasts. Brazenly smug smile.
Our eyes collide.
“Get on the bed, Finn.”
Jaysus.
But my feet won’t move. Guilt, so much guilt. “Clarissa.”
“We have all night, Finn. So, if it’s a bit quick ...”
I release the curled fists I’ve hidden behind my back and put my hands to good work, stripping off my clothes in record time. Like a good boy, I follow her command and take a seat on the corner of the bed.
“Say something, anything. Please.”
Excuses, warnings, whys and why nots race through my thoughts. I settle on the most honest. “Get yer fine arse over here and ride me before I lose my mind.”
“Hang on.” She fetches a condom and tears the foil open while she approaches me. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she takes hold of my erection and works it with her hand. I love her confidence. I love how she truly believes she’s the aggressor here.
“I fingered myself in the shower while thinking about you.”
“Did you now?”
“I was on all fours. You had my legs spread wide like I was halfway to a split. We fucked like two animals.”
My cock jerks in her hand. Christ, this woman was made for me.
“It’s something we can work toward.”
I laugh. Almost wishing she videotaped this exchange so she could watch it back after I fuck her six ways to Sunday.
“It’s all I can think about. Riding that monster.”
“Come on then. All yours.”
She rolls the condom down my length. Straddles my lap. Nudges my tip against her entrance.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
Breasts swaying, she feeds me into her and begins to ever so slowly sink onto my thick length. I could watch her do this all night.
I could watch her do this every night.
Christ’s hell.
She groans as my cock divides her in two. So hot. So tight. So good. I let her think she’s leading this charge toward pleasure. Hours from now, she’ll realize how wrong she was.
Without warning, she drops down until I’m fully seated.
We hiss.
I lean in and kiss her. Her chest pressed against mine. Our tongues mating like two people meant for each other. She moans in my mouth. I fondle her breasts and squeeze her nipples.
She rides me hard. Using her hands on my shoulders to drive herself down and her thigh muscles to drag back up.
I’ve died and gone to heaven. Or is it my own personal hell that’s calling to me? Whatever it is, I plan on enjoying the journey there.
“Deeper. Harder.”
