Page 4 of The Forever Experiment

I tear the wrapper open with my teeth as I pop the button on my jeans. She watches with rapt attention, eyes flaring and bottom lip slipping beneath her teeth as I pull out my cock. Her gaze rapidly darts between my face and where I fist myself. Satisfaction rushes through me at the sight of her salivating for me.

I roll the condom over my tip and down my length before guiding it between her legs. “Lean back on your elbows. I want you to watch me sink inside this perfect pussy.”

“Easton,” she moans. “Your fucking mouth.”

“Are you referring to the way it felt against your clit or the words coming out of it?”

“Both,” she whimpers as I swipe my head through her wet slit, notching at her center.

Her breath hitches, and a groan falls from my throat as I push inside her fully, feeling her wrap around my cock in a vise grip. “Fuck, Maya, you’re so goddamn tight.”

My mind reels at the sight of me lost between her perfect thighs, knowing I’m inside her flawless body. I feel her inhale swiftly, her hands grasping my biceps, nails digging into my skin as her hips begin to jerk forward.

“I need you to move,” she whispers. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” I growl.

She complies, and I retreat, watching the way my cock is soaked in her arousal before I slam back into her hard enough to shake the table beneath us. I grip her hips, driving into her as she meets me thrust for thrust.

One of her hands wraps around the nap of my neck, pulling our heads together as her mouth crashes against mine. I moan at the soft feel of her lips paired with the urgent way she moves them against mine, darting her tongue into my mouth, knowing she can taste herself.

Every atom in my body is hyperactive, addicted to each inch of skin I’m able to feel. Her calf brushes against my ribs and her fingers twine in my hair, her breath against my tongue and her soft flesh beneath my hands. Her pussy tightens around my cock, my entire body blazing at the feel of it.

She’s electric, and being inside her feels like a fucking dream.

White hot pleasure zips through my nerves, settling in the base of my spine as my body pulses with need. My heart wracks against my chest as her moans grow louder, reaching a crescendo that tells me she’s fucking close.

“Maya, baby, come on my cock,” I whimper into her mouth. “Please. Make a mess all over me. I need it so bad.”

Her breath catches as she thrashes, both arms falling over my shoulders and nails digging into my back as her legs tense around my hips. “Easton,” she cries, breath hot against my neck.

I feel her tighten, igniting my release as that pleasure in the base of my spine explodes. My arm bands around her waist,forcing us as close as possible as my other arm finds the base of her neck and fists her hair.

I’m vaguely aware of the way I groan her name as I spill inside her, muffling my sounds against her shoulder. My mind blanks, and stars explode behind my eyes, my entire being focused on where our bodies connect, on the feel of her mouth against my skin, her hands in my hair, my cock pulsing inside her as she spasms around me.

I don’t know how long we lay like that before either of us finds the strength to pull back, but I keep my hands on her skin, prolonging every second I get to touch and feel her. My lips drag against her jaw, finding her mouth.

Her eyes are hazed, swimming in passion as she looks at my lips, running her hands up and down my back, legs still locked at my waist. “That was…” she pants through staccato breath. “Wow.”

“I told you I’m good in bed.” I smile against her mouth.

“You’re good on table. You might still be terrible in bed.”

A laugh bursts out of me, and I realize this being a one-time-thing might actually fucking kill me. I am downright obsessed with this woman. “You wanna find out?”

She pulls back, tilting her head. Her features soften at my question, and I want to kiss the flush from her cheeks and the sweat from her temple, laying claim to the reaction my body has had on hers.

“I told you it would only happen once, Easton,” she whispers.

I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Can you blame a guy for trying?”

She bites her lip, hiding a smile as she shakes her head. A small whimper escapes her mouth as I pull out of her and dispose of the condom, hiding it in my empty coffee cup and tossing it in the trash beside our table. I tuck myself back into my jeans as she slips off her ruined tights and tosses them intothe trash too. I grab her hips once more, lifting her off the table to help straighten out her dress as she combs fingers through her hair.

“Can I walk you home?” I ask.

“I suppose. If you insist,” she teases as we clear our tables and grab our bags.

I place my hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the main doors of the library, holding one open for her as we step outside into the frigid February evening.

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