The security light kicks on at the end of the hall, a soft glow that illuminates the woman in front of me. She watches me, her chest rising and falling quickly, her eyes wild even in the dimness. She looks so fucking beautiful.
Her hair is in a wild knot at the top of her head, her cheeks pink. Although I loved seeing her in my t-shirt and hope that means she was thinking of me, I love her more like this: bared, just for me.
It takes a split second for her words to sink in, and once they do, the fire in my gut is stoked into a raging inferno. Stalking the minimal distance between us that feels like a canyon, I pin her to the wall. My hands are on either side of her head, my cock pressed against her belly.
A small, quick intake of breath escapes her lips as she feels how hard I am.
“Feel that?” I ask, my lips brushing across her cheek.
She hums, tilting her neck so my lips find the crook of her neck. I drag the pad of my tongue against her skin, tasting the sweetness beaded from the anticipation of what’s to come.
She takes my left hand off the wall, dropping the back of it onto her shoulder, and with her hand wrapped around my wrist, trails it slowly down her chest, over her breasts. Her nipples are stiff, wanting to be sucked, and my cock throbs at the thought.
My rough hand draws down her smooth torso, gliding over her belly button. Her back arches off the wall, her eyes floating closed as a soft moan escapes her lips. I let her stay in control.
My hand is twisted so the palm is centered over the apex of her thighs. She takes one of my fingers and presses it against the opening of her pussy.
“Feel that?” she moans.
“Fuck.” She’s soaking wet for me, her body begging for my attention. I flatten my palm against her body, cupping her pussy. Two fingers press firmly against her opening, and I watch her head fall back against the wall. “Feel good?”
She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t have to. I know how to work this woman better than I can work myself.
Kneeling in front of her, I part her with one hand, putting pressure on her clit with my thumb. She gasps, knowing what’s coming and I smile up at her when she looks at me.
I lick her slowly, my flattened tongue soaking up every bit of sweetness I can find. Her hips roll against me, needing the friction that I’m deliberately withholding.
I dip my tongue into her, strumming small circles against her clit. Her moans fill the air, a straight shot to my dick.
Sliding my tongue up her slit again, I can feel her start to go off. I know from hundreds of times of doing this very same thing, she will explode if I touch her for much longer.
So I stop.
“Tyler,” she moans, grabbing my hair and attempting to force my face against her.
Smirking, I stand and wipe the wetness off my face with the back of my hand. “What, Elin?” I tease.
“You know what,” she groans, pulling me towards her.
I wrap my arms around her, each hand cupping her ass. Her mouth forms a perfect “o” at the contact, her body turning into putty. I knead her backside in my hands as I look into her eyes.
I lift her, letting her thighs rest on my forearms. I pin her back to the wall and her legs wrap around my waist like it’s an automatic response. I feel the heat rolling off her. The muscles in her legs clench as our bodies make real contact. She reaches down and palms my rock-solid length and guides it into her.
“Ah,” she moans, as the tip parts her. She bites her bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth. Her wetness coats me as I slide into her tightness. Her body squeezes my cock, her nails digging into my shoulder.
Beads of sweat pop on my forehead and I fight the urge just to slam into her. It feels too damn good. So fucking right.
Her skin glows in the low light, her cheeks a beautiful shade of pink. Her hair now falling wildly over her shoulders and she presses her lips together and smirks.
“That all you got?” she asks.
“Oh,” I say, dragging my cock out and then pushing it roughly back in, making her yelp. “You want more?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Readjusting her weight on my arms, feeling her nails tug at my skin and her legs cinch around me, I slam into her once more.
And again.
And again.
The pictures on the walls rattle, one next to the light switch falling to the floor. The sound of the glass breaking echoes down the hall, adding to the sound of our damp skin slapping against each other.
“Ty!” Her breasts bounce against my chest, her legs starting to shake. It’s sensory overload.
A full-body tremble rolls through me and I have a strong need to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of her getting off on my cock, but I’m not about to miss a moment of this. Watching her come is the most spectacular event of my life.
Her lashes lie on her cheeks, her delicate lips falling open. Her chin tilts to the sky as she intakes a quick breath and moans the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
She tightens around me in every way, and I push into her as far as I can go and let myself fall over the edge with her. It’s an execution we’ve perfected.
“E,” I growl, feeling myself explode into her body.