Page 145 of Green Flag
She nodded into the crook of my neck as I settled us onto the bed. She had already been wriggling against me, trying to line herself up with my cock. She whimpered when she got the angle.
We weren’t cast in complete darkness. We were four floors up, but a streetlight directly below illuminated the room enough for us to see each other’s outlines.
There was no silhouette quite like hers.
The edge of her curls and body glowed as if she was an ethereal being—the goddess of night and inappropriate erections.
She was still in her dress, though it had cascaded down her smooth body with my rough movement.
Her folds hugged my cock as she rolled up and down me, sitting upright, head flown back as she let herself loose.
I could tell her that I wanted to ram my cock down her throat until she couldn’t breathe, fuck her, grope her, taste her, spank her. I couldn’t tell her I wanted to kiss her.
Somehow, that was what would ruin the mood.
She thrust forward, her whole weight choking my cock and there was nothing more I wanted but to grab her neck, pull her down and thrust up into her. Take her for the few seconds I would surely last and have a hold of her, nowhere near as tight as the grip she had on me.
Be rough with me, her eyes had pleaded.
So I did the first part. I gripped her hair and tugged her forward, reaching for her breast with my mouth and swirling my tongue over her nipple before blowing as it had got her so flustered last time.
She moaned in my ear, her hair falling over my face as her hips worked me into a damn frenzy.
I didn’t need to see. I let myself be in the moment, smelling her floral shampoo, hearing her laboured breaths, feeling the smooth slide of her pussy against my cock.
This would be the moment I’d come back to whenever I was alone.
When I spanked her, fingers spread, she jolted forward, her nipple falling free from my mouth, but I eagerly chased her again, needing whatever taste I could get.
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes.”
So I spanked her again and again. Her cries became more mewls of pleasure and I could feel the slightest pulse of her pussy against me, the shudder that ran through her with each slap of her ass.
My cock was drenched.
And it would be too easy to sink into her.
Pound into her.
My cock was throbbing, needing more than the press of her up against it, needing to be inside of her.
I reached around to pull her cheeks and she grunted into my mouth as I spanked her again. When my fingers crept towards her ass, she slowed her thrusts, her breath ragged on my lips, waiting.
My fingertips ran over her tight rear hole and she gasped, her arms buckling until she was lying flat on me, moaning as I reached down to drag her arousal from her pussy up to her asshole again.
She shook in my hold, her wordless moaning all the encouragement I needed.
I glided my fingertips over her, her breath catching as she rocked up and down me still.
Her body sucked my finger in and I pulsed it inside of her as she mewled.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned and her rocking picked up.
There was no way I’d ever get inside of her. Especially not through anal, anyway. Though I couldn’t help but imagine it: her on all fours, needing to be spoken through it, panting beneath me and begging for more.
“Mmmm,” she moaned on a particularly slow slide from the base of my cock to the head, but she lowered herself to run kisses down my jaw, and the different angle forced my cock into warm, tight territory.
She froze.
