Page 54 of Without Apology

I moved the skirt of her dress up, practically growling when my hands came into contact with garters. My fingers swept up her inner thigh, enjoying the shiver she gave in response. I sought her heat next, pulling aside her lacy thong to find bare, wet pussy under my fingertips. I wasted no time impaling her with two fingers, too far gone for gentle touches.

Her hips thrust in response to the intrusion. She worked on my jeans, wildly shoving them down my hips and confirming she needed this as much as I did.

Once my cock was free, she took a hold of it at the base and squeezed. As much as I loved her touch. I couldn’t wait a moment longer to be inside of her. I reached to the floor, fumbling with my wallet still in the back pocket of my discarded jeans, thankful I had a condom there.

After tearing at the wrapper with my teeth, I sheathed myself in one movement. When her panties ripped, she gasped, but she didn’t protest as I lifted her up. I pinned her shoulders against the wall and lined her up with my shaft. She sank down on me then. Inch by glorious inch. If I’d been in the right state of mind, I would’ve removed her dress so I could watch. As it was, I gritted my teeth and tried not to hurt her. I should’ve made her come first. Should’ve tasted her pussy and primed her properly. But primal instinct had taken over, and I’d simply impaled her on my cock.

“Fuck, you feel good.” That was the understatement of the year. It was a divine experience. Wet and tight all at the same time. Magical pussy. There was no other explanation, I thought, thrusting up. I held her hips along with her body weight against the wall to give me some leverage.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, causing a grunt to fall from my lips.

“Oh, God. I’m almost there. Harder.”

Her demand was startling. Before I could think to pause and ensure I wasn’t being too rough, she let me know she liked it this way. I obliged, pumping my hips into her over and over, stroking the spot that was making her frantic. She exploded. There was no other word for the sounds coming from her mouth, and the way her body reacted. Her pussy gripped me, demanding I climax. Deciding it was no use to fight it, I ground out my own orgasm deep inside of her.

We stayed locked in place, both panting, both sweating until I finally eased out of her, holding her weight until she could get her legs under her. This wasn’t the way I’d pictured it. I’d planned on taking her out on a proper date first. Making love to her later in a bed, not against the wall like a rutting animal.

I’d lost control.

“You’re mad?”

My eyes lifted to hers, and I noticed she was watching me. I tugged on my jeans, trying to smooth out the scowl I know must’ve been obvious on my face. “Not at you.”

I was unprepared for her temper. “Well, gee, the freeze-out feels so much better when I hear it’s not me, it’s you. Maybe a hotel would’ve been better.”

She turned but didn’t get one step before my arm hooked her waist, pressing her back to my front. “Peyton, wait. I don’t regret what happened, only that this wasn’t what I had planned for our first time.”

“I think we were done with waiting.”

I hauled her closer to me, turning her to face me. She was right. We were done with waiting. Whether it was my way of apologizing or simply because I couldn’t deny myself the taste any longer, I lifted her dress up at the same time I went down, diving for her pussy.

She made a choked sound of passion when my tongue found her heat. Something akin to a moan and a sigh, and I decided I’d never heard a more erotic sound. I loved witnessing her pleasure and flattened my tongue to lick her slit from back to front before honing in on her clit.

My cock started to harden again, but I ignored it. The thing I desired most was making her come undone and savoring her unique taste. If I could have stopped the clock and stayed here forever, I would have.

She bucked her hips against my face, her fingers tangling in my hair. “You’re going to make me come again.”

I grinned up at her before launching an all-out assault on her clit. Claiming it with my lips, tongue and teeth.

She made another incoherent sound of pleasure. I could have done this all night, learning what turned her on and taking her over the edge in the process. Moments later, she spiraled out of control, but I wasn’t done. I penetrated her with my fingers, feeling her walls spasm around them, and then hooking them up to find her G-spot. I didn’t relent with my tongue while my free hand held her in place.

She started to protest. “Simon, please. I can’t have another. Oh—”

She could. It was the hottest sexual encounter I’d ever had. She threw her head back, thumping against the wall without a care and letting her body take over. She convulsed with another climax while her fingers dug deep into my hair, pressing me into her while I lapped up the evidence of her orgasm.

I finally stood up, wiping my face with the back of my hand.

Her eyes were closed, and she appeared as if she wouldn’t remain vertical for long.

“Are you okay?” Although I might have envisioned my bed and slow lovemaking, I couldn’t deny the chemistry here had been off the charts. The pent-up frustration had morphed into an undeniable moment that neither of us could resist.

“Yeah. That was... Wow. I know you enjoy control, but I have to say I’m a big fan of you losing it.”

I grinned, taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom.

But she stopped me with a question. “So is this my answer regarding why you wanted me here?”

I was instantly uncomfortable although it was more than fair for her to ask. Raking a hand through my hair, I tried to put it into words.

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