Page 18 of The Wanderer

"Liar. You wanted to get laid just as badly as I do." Mischief twinkled in her eyes. "But don't sweat it. We'll be respectable by the time your crew arrives."

Grateful for her bluntness, he made a grand show of glancing at his watch. "So that means I have forty-five minutes to allow you to disrespect me?"

"And I intend on making every one of those minutes count." She squeezed his hand and led him out of the kitchenette.

He'd meant it when he said he hadn't come here early for sex—though the thought had crossed his mind several times since waking with a boner and knowing he’d be seeing her shortly—but having her clearly articulate she wanted to fuck made him glad he’d arrived before his tradies as she led him past the grand piano and into a tiny room that could barely fit them.

"This is snug," he said, when she nudged him to one side in order to close the door.

"That's the whole idea." She grabbed the lone chair and turned it around, before guiding him to sit. "All the better to be closer to you."

"What are you, the big, bad wolf?"

"Yeah, and I'm going to gobble you all in one go."

She knelt at his feet and reached for his zipper. He imagined her mouth wrapped around him, those lips moving over his cock, sucking him…

"Wait." He stilled her hand and tugged her up until she straddled his lap. "Don't get me wrong, I love a blow job like the next bloke, but I've fantasised about being inside you all weekend so that's what I want."

Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip as she gave a brief nod. "Okay."

He liked this about her, no fuss, no need for extraneous explanations, as she stood and shimmied out of her yoga pants, taking purple panties with it.

Leaving him a glorious view of her neatly trimmed pussy at eye level. The alley sex had been hot but he liked this way, being able to see her.

As if sensing his need, she unzipped the hoodie and slipped it off, revealing small, pert breasts with perfect pink nipples. No bra. Nice.

"You're beautiful," he said, reaching for her.

She waggled her finger at him. "I want to see you too." She pointed at his fly. "Unzip."

Glad she didn't want him to go through the whole rigmarole of taking off his tie, shirt, and jacket too, he unzipped, pushed his pants and jocks down a fraction, and slid his hand in to free his cock. It sprang to attention and she moaned a little.

"Wow." She reached out to touch the tip of his cock and it twitched as he used every last ounce of self-restraint not to haul her down and impale her.

He slipped his wallet from his back pocket, grabbed a condom, and had the foil torn in record time. She watched as he pinched the tip between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it on. He'd got about half way when he saw her hand drift towards her pussy. Fuck, watching him was turning her on and she was going to touch herself.

“I did this the other day, after our first kiss,” she said, her hand sliding lower with a torturous slowness. “I was so turned on I masturbated in the bathroom here, imagining you doing this.”

Blown away by her admission and so fucking turned on his balls ached, he slowed down the rolling action, mesmerised as her middle finger slid between her folds. His throat tightened as her finger moved, in and out, and he slid the condom the rest of the way, desperate to be inside her.

“You are something else.” His voice sounded halfway between a rasp and a growl as he reached for her. She spread her legs either side of his thighs and lowered herself onto him inch by exquisite inch, pleasuring herself all the while. When he reached for her she swatted him away.

"Interlace your fingers behind your head," she said, her voice husky, her eyes wide blue pools he could easily drown in.

Liking her take-charge attitude, he did as he was told and she smiled, a provocative curve of her lips that made him want to yell with the joy of having this sexy, wanton woman issuing orders.

"Now sit back and relax as we enjoy the ride." For emphasis, she picked up the pace, sliding up and down as her fingers played with her clit, so fucking hot.

He went into sensory overload, watching her tits bounce in his face, her fingering her clit, and her pussy sliding up and down his cock. He wanted to taste her so bad, to feel her, but as he leaned forward she pushed him back with her free hand and continued to ride him until the first ripples of orgasm built.

She bounced harder as her finger moved faster, her pussy clenching him as she came on a cry that made him want to shout in victory. He followed a second later, his back spasming with the force of it, his mind effectively wiped.

She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his as he unlocked his fingers and slid his arms around her waist.

He couldn't get over the contrasts of this woman and wondered if that was the main attraction. Followed by a more sobering thought. So far, she'd been the one calling all the shots. Which either made him a dumb schmuck being led around by his dick or a guy so smitten he was happy with whatever scraps she tossed his way.

They needed to talk.

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