Page 80 of The Grump

I opened the buckle of my belt, needing to relieve some of the pressure. I couldn’t believe I was so on edge already.

“Turn around,” I said.

“Why?”

“So you can watch the fire.”

Her eyes glinted for a split second, and then she did as I said. I lowered my zipper, the sight of her bare ass above me making me even harder than before. Holding her waist with my left hand, I pushed my pants under my ass with the right one. Not a lot, just enough to free my cock. Then I simply left it between us while I grabbed her dress.

“Where’s the zipper?” I almost couldn’t recognize my voice. I was blind with need, driven by this insane urgency to be one with this woman.

She pointed to her back. “Here.” Her voice sounded off too.

I lowered the zipper before yanking the dress over her head. She took care of her own bra before I even reached for it. As soon as it was on the floor, I cupped her breasts and pulled her toward me so her back was flat against my chest.

“Enjoy the fire, beautiful.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, like this. You enjoy the fire, and I’ll fuck you so good. You’ll like it, I promise. Just relax against me.”

I knew it wasn’t really possible, though, because her body was already taut, anticipating pleasure. I caressed her breasts, teasing them with my fingers. Then I flicked both nipples at the same time with my thumbs. I looked into the fire, too, but I was focusing on her body’s reactions more. Her stomach was rising and falling with quick breaths. When her breath hitched, I lowered one hand slowly over her, between her breasts to her navel, and then passed it to her pussy. I only teased her folds with my forefinger and middle finger, moving them up and down at a lazy pace. My cock felt like it was about to explode,hanging between us, hard as fuck. I pushed her farther up a bit so I could kiss her neck and shoulders. She looked down at my hand between her legs.

“The fire. Keep looking at the fire,” I instructed.

“Okay. But don’t stop. Please.”

“I wasn’t planning to, beautiful.”

I wanted to tease her, but I wasn’t cruel. She didn’t just need teasing, she needed a bit of pleasure too. I pressed three fingers to her clit, circling it with just the slightest bit of pressure.

“Xander, Xander, Xander,” she chanted, then abruptly rose onto her knees as if a current shot right through her. Then she sat back down, hovering over my cock.

This time, her folds grazed right over the length of my erection. A groan tore from my chest.

“Xander,” she whispered again. “Please... please, I want this.”

“What do you want, beautiful?”

“You.”

“I want you to be more specific. You want my cock, or you want to come?”

“Both. I want to come, but I want your cock inside me.”

Hearing her say this dissolved my last thread of self-restraint. I grabbed her hips with both hands, positioning her where I needed her, and thrust inside her as she gasped and looked over her shoulder.

“Keep looking at the fire, babe. Just feel what I’m doing to you.”

“I’ll do whatever you say, just don’t stop. Please.”

Her words fueled me like nothing else. I moved her up and down the length of my cock. Watching her ass cheeks mold over my thighs every time was downright exquisite. But this wasn’t enough—there was no way for me to move in this position. I quickly assessed my options. I wanted her to face the fire, which only left me with one.

I moved her off me, and she cried out. “Xander, please...”

“Get on your knees on the carpet.” It was thick and soft enough that she wouldn’t get rug burn.

She immediately dropped to all fours, legs wide, pushing her ass backward, already wanting me to thrust into her. I wasn’t going to make her wait any longer. I positioned myself behind her and slid in all the way. When I was inside her to the hilt, a current of pleasure rocked my entire body. This was going to be more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced. The connection I had to this woman was hard to describe, but I was eager to strengthen it.

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