Page 45 of Mayhem

My hands are in his hair, and his are in mine, our lips locked and our bodies arching into each other with desire. It’s clear that we both want the same thing, and we’re both clear on the timing.

Now.

27

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

BRAD

Ididn’t mean to start this fire, but fuck if I’m going to stop it now. When Tess pulls me to her, instinct and passion take over, and I want to feel every inch of her. My palms itch to slide against her bare skin, to grab her curves and fit mine to hers.

She reaches for my shirt, pulling it effortlessly over my head, and then her mouth is on my chest while her nails rake lightly over my skin. I can’t help the shudder that runs through me as I press against her, and into the counter. The hardness of my cock grows as my hands find her breasts, the nipples erect and straining against her bra.

It needs to go. And her blouse too. Off they come.

Well, not without some difficulty. My fucking hands are shaking, and I don’t know why. Am I fucking nervous? It’s not like I don’t know how to fuck. I’ve done this more than a few times, but something feels different with Tess. This feels important somehow in a way I can’t explain.

“Need some help there?” she giggles as she notices me struggling with a particularly stubborn button.

“Fucking hush, woman,” I laugh. “I know what I’m doing, alright?”

The stupid fucking button won’t budge. It’s got to be witchcraft. Or a trick of some kind. A mindfuck of ultimate proportions. The final boss in a video game. The definitive cock block.

Sure, take my shirt off…if you can…

“You sure you don’t want some help?” she asks, her hands wandering to the front of my jeans. The sharp inhale that escapes me when she drags her fingers along the outline of my erection is loud in the small space.

I let go of the resistant button and grab her hips, pulling to grind myself against her. The sensation running through me is electrifying, but it’s not enough.

“What I want, is to be inside you,” I whisper into her ear, unable to control my words, or my desire. This woman is making me fucking insane with simple touches. I’ve not felt that before. I can’t get enough of her, and I want her to feel the same. “You’re driving me to madness here…”

It's her turn to gasp as my fingers deftly pull up her miniskirt and drag between her legs. While I’m surprised to find her bare underneath, it’s a pleasant surprise, and one that makes me even harder.

“Oh, but we’re all mad here,” she says, pulling on her blouse and ripping it open for me, the evil button pinging off into the hell it belongs in.

Given access to her chest, I take full advantage, caressing one breast while feasting on the other. Her skin is so soft, it almost feels like it’s never been touched. Well, it’s never been touched by me, and I plan to explore all of it.

Her hand slides into my jeans, and wraps around my cock, the touch almost too much for me to take. It’s too perfect. It’s too soon. It’s not enough.

My thoughts jumble as I grab her hips again and lift her onto the counter, sending flower debris flying, but I don’t care. I need this woman; stupid buttons and flowers be damned.

“Are we doing this?” I ask, trying to catch my breath as I come up for air. We’re both panting and shaking, whether nerves or anxiousness, I don’t know, but we’re in this together at least.

She studies me for only a heartbeat, then nods. “We better be. Do you have a condom?”

I don’t need a heartbeat to whip out my wallet and pull one out. This gets us both breaking out in laughter again, and the sound echoes off the kitchen walls. It’s music.

It doesn't get better than this.

She sheathes me, and I almost come right then. Somehow, I hold it back. But when I slide into her, wet and inviting, I know this first time of ours isn’t going to last long. I’ve dreamt about this too many times for it not to affect me, so I make sure to see to it that she enjoys this too.

I bite lightly on her nipple, while my thumb traces circles on her clit, keeping my movements slow and deliberate as best as I can. What I want is to speed up. Chase the orgasm. But somewhere I find patience. Not a lot of it, but enough.

I can feel her tighten around my cock, and her legs wrap around me, pulling me in deeper with each thrust of my hips. I can’t hold it back anymore.

“Come for me, babe,” I order, kissing her deeply as I move inside her. Giving her the friction she needs to meet me. “Come for me now.”

Her body tenses, and every muscle tightens as she explodes around me. She wants to cry out, but I’ve still got her trapped in my kiss, taking it for myself as I erupt along with her. Both of us shudder for a long moment as the pleasure courses through us, then we relax. No, more than that - we collapse into each other’s arms, our breaths uneven.

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