Page 157 of Foreplay on Words

“Fuck, Evan,” I panted as he traced his palms up my sides, cupping my breasts through the material of my dress.

“So, you do remember who I am,” he chuckled, bunching the fabric at my waist and slipping his hands underneath.

As he grazed his thumbs over my nipples, my hips rocked against him, the soft slide of the leather of his pants a contrast to the zipper dragging along the center of my panties. I was hyper-aware of the rough scratch of it through the thin satiny material covering my pussy. I could vaguely feel the hardness he was hiding beneath, but I ached to feel him fully against me.

“Pants––off...” I moaned as he leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples between his teeth through the thin material.

“Just wait a minute,” he whispered, using his teeth to tug on it. “Let me enjoy these.”

I was writhing on his lap, the bite of the zipper almost unbearable as he continued to tease me. The wetness between my legs had seeped through the material, and I could feel it sliding against the leather.

As he pinched, bit, and sucked, I moaned, his touch sending shockwaves through my body.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” he murmured as he pulled my dress away from my chest, carelessly tossing it behind me.

“God, yes,” he groaned as he cupped my tits in his large hands, caressing them, licking his lips before he dove back in.

Desperately wanting him inside of me, I squirmed in his lap, unable to control the movements of my hips.

“Pants––off... Now.” My command was half moaned, half growled, as he bucked up into me.

I rose to my knees and tugged at his waistband, sliding his pants partially down his hips. He released my chest and lifted his hips, helping me work the material down, his solid erection jutting out of his boxer briefs into the space between us.

“I can’t wait,” I moaned as I gripped him with one hand and pulled my panties aside with the other.

“Yes.” I cried out as I slowly eased myself onto him, the sensation of being stretched by him causing both of us to moan loudly.

His deep groan resonated as I slowly lowered my hips, rocking them in slow, steady motions until he was able to slide inside, his cock completely encased in me.

My forehead dropped forward to rest on his as I gripped the back of the couch with one hand and the side of his neck with the other.

Our panted breaths mingled between us as I rotated my hips and began to rock in his lap. He was so impossibly hard inside of me, pulsing and throbbing as I began to pick up speed.

“Fuck me faster,” he breathed into the curtain of my hair as I pushed us closer to the brink.

His large hands gripped my hips, and he clutched the side of my panties in one hand as the other encouraged me to pick up the pace. My moans echoed in the air around us as I felt myself start to pulse around him.

He growled curses as he flexed his hips into my movements, causing him to hit even deeper inside me.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how we looked as I stared down with hooded eyes at where we were joined. Each movement drove us closer and closer to experiencing the bliss of release.

“I’m... I’m...” I moaned loudly, barely able to formulate words.

“Come on, baby. Come on me. I want to feel you,” he encouraged. “Use me. Fuck me until you come.”

My hips frantically slid back and forth, his hard cock sliding into me with a bruising force.

I was so close. As I tilted my hips, he started sliding along the perfect place to press on my clit, and my eyes clamped shut. I concentrated on the feeling as he tightened his hold on the material partially covering me. Stars appeared behind my eyelids as I started to pulse on him, my hips jerking as my orgasm rushed through me.

“God, yes,” he moaned, using his hands to force me down onto his cock repeatedly.

I felt him pulse inside of me, and he groaned loudly. The movements of our hips slowed as we heaved in quick breaths, sweat building on our brows.

“I love you,” I whispered, lowering my forehead to his shoulder and hugging his neck.

“That was––fuck––I love you so much,” he panted, wrapping his arms around my back and holding me tightly. His shirt was warm and slightly sweaty as I cuddled up to his chest, inhaling his masculine scent.

My eyes closed, and I felt my body relax as our heartbeats slowed back to normal. I could feel his pulse point on my lips as I cuddled into him, and it was a steady cadence that matched mine.

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