Page 66 of Forced Proximity
She answered me by widening her thighs and urging me on.
I growled, my mouth trailing kisses along her jaw and throat. Meanwhile, my fingers found the heat of her and slowly dipped inside.
She hissed, her hands going to my hair. “Yes.”
I circled her clit with my thumb, my fingers soaked now from the juices running rampant from her opening.
When I went to pull away and brought my fingers up to my lips, she launched herself at me, throwing herself into my arms and forcing me backward.
Luckily, her bed was pretty damn big, so my back hit the bed, but my head fell off the edge.
I groaned when she started her own assault on my body.
Hands.
Lips.
She was everywhere, teasing and testing me in every which way short of putting her mouth on my cock.
“Condom,” she urged, her voice frantic. “Do you have one?”
I was luckily fairly close to my jeans, so I reached over my head and grabbed my jeans, then fumbled my wallet before I pulled a condom out—I always had one. You never knew when miracles would happen.
The wallet hit the floor with a thud, and I continued to kiss the wild woman in my arms as I slicked the condom down my length.
She took barely a second to hesitate, then she was guiding me to her entrance and slowly burying my cock deep into her pussy.
We both groaned into each other’s mouths, the intensity of what we were both feeling bursting free of our lips simultaneously.
“God,” she breathed against my bottom lip. “You feel so big.”
“You’re tight,” I disagreed.
“Tight I may be, but you’re big,” she countered as she slowly started to move, pushing herself up so that she could get a better angle.
We both groaned when I slipped farther inside.
My eyes didn’t know where to settle.
On her tits, that were bouncing with each gyration of her hips. Her hair was a messy halo around her head, and with her head tipped back the way it was, the ends were teasing my bare thighs. Or should I look at the way her pussy stretched to accommodate my length?
Literally, my eyes felt like a ping pong machine as I bounced between all the key features.
I liked her softness. I liked the way her thighs looked soft and inviting against my hard sides. I liked the way, when she barely moved, her tits would quiver with expectancy. I liked the way her breathing hitched, and her belly would tighten.
“Fuck,” I growled as I felt my balls start to draw up. “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
She smiled, her head tilting down so that she could see into my eyes.
Hers were a stormy gray, and I wanted to dive into them and never leave.
“I could say the same for you, sir.” She hummed as she started to bounce harder.
Faster.
I lost it then, unable to hold on if my life depended on it.
Desperately trying to get her to go right along with me, I circled her clit with my thumb and let her set the pace, allowing her to take what she wanted from me.
