Page 44 of Fight for Forever

“Don’t stop,” she goes back in for another kiss, her legs tightening around me.

I move over to the wall and press her against it. Her hands are clawing at my shoulders, her nails digging in enough that they’re going to leave marks, but I don’t care. It feels fucking amazing having her in my arms. Her breasts crush against my chest and I wish like hell we didn’t have clothes between us.

Using my legs to take her weight, I bring a hand up over her waist and slowly move across her rib cage. Without breaking thekiss, she arches her upper body closer and I move my hand higher, cupping her tit in my palm. She moans into my mouth, letting me know this is okay. I squeeze it, rub my palm over it so her nipple hardens. I pinch it and her hips thrust against me at the sensation.

Lowering my lips from her mouth, I dip my head, tasting her, sucking against her skin and nipping at her shoulder. Her head is thrown back, giving me access. My other hand cups her ass as I play with the hem of her shirt, teasing the sliver of bare skin showing there.

I lift my head and look at her. She nods, gripping my shoulders tighter again. I move my hand over the taut skin of her stomach. She’s breathing in and out heavily, but it isn’t in panic. I can tell the difference between that and desire. As I inch higher, she pushes into me.

The curve of the bottom of her breast touches my fingertips and I let out a shuddery breath. Never in my life have I been so aware of a woman before. Our eyes meet again as my palm takes the weight of her breast, my thumb brushing her nipple.

This time when she jolts, her hips slam into me and my dick presses tight against her stomach. I can feel the heat between her thighs and struggle to keep control. Meg pulls my head back up and into her and we kiss again. Harder this time and I start to grind.

It’s a natural reaction. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

Through our shorts, I notch my dick to her center. I can feel where she is opening and glide myself up and down, thrusting my tongue into her mouth in time with the movement of my hips, all the while squeezing her tit. She’s panting hard and I momentarily wonder how long it has been since she felt like this.

Her hands scramble and I quickly come out of the fog, thinking she wants to stop, but she’s fumbling with the bottom of my shirt. I stare into her eyes and she pauses, but only for a few seconds. Then she’s lifting my shirt and I have to lean back and let go ofher tit to allow the fabric over my head. She tosses it to the side and her eyes hungrily take me in.

I can’t hide the smirk, but my heart is pounding as she moves her fingers over my pectoral, one nail flicking a nipple that has me jolting. A wicked grin crosses her lips and it thrills me to see that. I push my dick against her again and her eyes flutter shut.

I’m not sure how far she is willing to go here. I’d give anything to sink into her sweet pussy, I’m not sure that is on the cards. But I can get her off. If she’s willing. I lower her to the floor and she stares up at me as I press one hand to the wall by her head and lean over her so she has to tip her head back.

She still has one hand on my chest. I place my hand across her lower stomach. It spans the width of her body. I know Meg believes she is bigger than she is. To me she’s fucking beautiful and every woman I’m with is tiny compared to me.

My fingers trace the waistband of her shorts. “May I?” I ask.

She’s panting as she nods. I keep my eyes locked on her, one hand on the wall by her head, the other moving beneath the fabric. She sucks in a breath as I work my hand inside and over the thin fabric of her panties. I resist the urge to groan because I can feel the heat and the dampness of the fabric.

If anything was going to let me know she wanted this, it’s that wetness between her thighs. I keep my eyes locked on her as I push aside the fabric and my finger makes contact with her clit. I don’t need to look to know it’s swollen with arousal.

Her hands clutch my waist and I almost pull my hand back, but it’s not because she wants me to stop, she’s holding herself up. To accentuate that point, she widens her legs, making it easier for me.

“Fuck, Meg, you’re so wet.”

“Touch me, Joey, please?”

No need to ask me twice. I swirl my thumb over her clit and slowly push one finger into her. She’s soaked and so damntight. It’s gonna be fucking heaven when I push inside of her, but that isn’t happening today. I don’t think. Fuck.

She moans, her eyes squeezing shut and her nails dig into my lower back. Fuck, I don’t care if she leaves a mark. I watch in fascination as she closes her eyes, her lips parting while I work another finger, moving my palm so the heel of my hand is pressing on her clit. Her hips thrust up towards me, and her panting breaths turn into small moans.

I’d give anything to grab my dick right now, but this is about her. I don’t want to take anything away from that. It’s difficult because she is so damn tight, but I curl my fingers up higher, pressing against her wall. Her pussy is convulsing, but she’s not there yet. I lean down and suck on her neck.

Meg clutches me to her, holding me so tight I’m not sure it’s preventing her from falling or to keep me from walking away. That isn’t happening, not when I see how beautifully she is coming apart for me.

“Joey,” she moans and lets go. Her pussy clenches my fingers, her hips thrust forward and her head tips back, eyes squeezed shut.

All I can do is stare at her face as I slow my movements but keep working her through what has got to be one of the best orgasms I’ve ever seen a woman have at my hand.

Her body bows forward and I grip her waist with my spare arm, holding her up against me as I pull my hand out of her panties and shorts. I can smell her and my dick begs me for some attention, but Meg is almost floppy in my arms and that is all that matters to me.

I scoop her up and walk to the bench, sitting down and placing her sideways in my lap. She rests her head against my shoulder and I lightly touch my chin to the top of her head and just hold her.

It’s obvious she is overwhelmed, so I just sit quietly, keeping her safe inside the circle of my arms, for as long as she needs me to.

“What about you?” she says after a while, her voice quiet, her breath warm against my chest.

“Don’t worry about me,” I tell her. “You’re what is important to me right now. How are you feeling?”

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