The harder he kisses me, the harder I ride him, and the more aroused he becomes. I need him, and he needs me, and there’s no time to discuss anything else right now.
I break the kiss and pick up the pace.
Moaning and panting, I ride his cock, my gaze locked with his, rivulets of sweat trickling between my breasts.
“I’m fucking coming...” I say quietly, teetering on the cusp.
His fingers sink into my hips as I grind against his hardness, looking for relief.
Staring into his eyes, I experience a delicious orgasm.
My pulse racing. My heart pounding. My brain flooded with wild flashbacks of how this used to be.
It’s been too long.
And now this feels just right.
It’s bliss and relief.
A soft smile tugs at his lips.
He pushes to his feet as I slow down and wrap my legs around his waist.
A moment later, he walks with me and presses my back against the glass wall facing Manhattan.
My skin gets cold, and my chest tightens with apprehension.
Glancing over my shoulder, I notice the trees and the cars––and how small they look down in the street––and more panic runs through me.
He props me firmly against the glass, and I begin to quiver.
“Don’t be afraid. Nothing will happen. I promise you,” he says, burying me in his arms.
He crashes his lips against mine, and I respond, starved for his mouth.
Within moments, I’m warm again, my fear fading quickly.
“I told you,” he purrs against my lips before taking my mouth again.
He drives his hard cock into me as I clutch his neck.
“That’s good,” I breathe out while he hammers me, the back of my head tapping the window with every thrust.
He cuffs the back of my neck, flexes his arms around me, and crashes into me with force.
Throbbing tension rises sharply before breaking into a million bits of pleasure.
Growling quietly, I sink my nails into his chest.
A curse breaks away from his lips before he shudders too.
4
RAIN
A couple of hours later.
I ambleout of the bathroom and enter the living room, my clothes on, my hair brushed back, and my makeup done.