Page 33 of Autumn's Coming

“I want you,” I said.

She nodded. “I want you to make me come like you did last night.”

“That can be arranged.”

I nudged her back against the wall. She leaned against it, looking up at me with hazy eyes.

I wondered if she knew how sexy she was, what she did to me.

She had to, since my dick was rock-hard in her hand.

She lifted one leg, wrapping the other around my waist.

I put one hand on the wall and slid inside her.

“Fuck,” I panted. “Were you thinking about this, too?”

She nodded, moaning. “Yes.”

I bent to kiss her.

She rocked her hips slowly, moving against me.

I watched her as she writhed and moaned. I wanted her to dance for me—not in the club, just privately.

I wanted to watch her move like she had on stage.

I wanted her to fuck me like that.

“Autumn,” I gasped.

“God, please, just—fuck me?”

I couldn’t say no to that.

I braced my hand on the wall, thrusting into her.

She gasped, her hips moving to meet mine. I felt every inch of her, wrapped around me like a vise.

One day, I wanted this to last, but not tonight.

I was already on the edge, and I could tell she was, too.

She held my shoulders tight, balancing on her toes as I thrust into her.

And then she cried out, her body tightening, every muscle tense. A flush washed over her face and chest.

I held her tight to keep her standing.

It only took a few more thrusts for me to come, too. I buried myself inside her, still giving a few shallow thrusts as I started to come down.

Autumn looked up at me with her eyes out of focus.

“God,” she said, “you’re good at that.”

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We lay together in my bed. Autumn was on her back, head resting on my shoulder; my arm was around her. We were both naked, only covered by a sheet.

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