Текст книги "Heartbreaker"
Автор книги: Cole Saint Jaimes
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I stretch my legs out and feel Aidan’s leg with my foot. Instead of pulling back, I leave it where it is. I look him right in the eye as I move my foot up his leg, to let him know that I’m absolutely doing this on purpose.
Would I be doing this without the alcohol? Probably. Would I be feeling as good about it? Probably not. All I know is Aidan Callahan needs to invite me home with him tonight. And I’m going to make it happen.
FIFTEEN
AIDAN
Hot damn, she’s raising the stakes now.
It’s entirely possible that I’ve been misreading the situation all night. You certainly couldn’t fault me for it; she’s been sending mixed signals the whole time. Showing up almost an hour late because of some uninvited male visitor? I wouldn’t describe myself as the jealous type, but there was a part of me that wanted to know if this male visitor was someone that she’d slept with before. Maybe she was late because she was fucking him.
Regardless, I’m done playing cat and mouse with her. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” I say, lifting my glass to my lips. My dick is already stirring in my pants, growing hard at the thought of what might happen if she says yes.
Essie looks momentarily shocked, but then a slow smile spreads across her face. “Are you always this forward?”
“Are you?” I can still feel her foot rising gradually up the inside of my leg.
“Maybe. I just didn’t think Mr. Straight-Laced Aidan Callahan was so sexually charged.”
I grin, unable to help myself. “I’ve always been sexually charged, Ess. I like to fuck. I’d go so far as to say it’s my favorite pastime.” I’m imagining sliding my hands up her thighs, on my knees, pushing her dress out of the way as I open her legs. I can imagine what I’ll find there. Her pussy is shaved, guaranteed, one hundred percent. She’s not the kind of girl to even leave a hint of landing strip. I’m an advocate for a little bush every once in a while, but this girl’s naked pussy is going to taste sweet as honey, and I am going to die and ascend all the way up to Heaven while I’m eating it, I can already tell. Can already taste it on the tip of my tongue. Fucking perfect.
Essie shifts on her chair, squirming like she can tell exactly what I’m thinking and it’s setting her on edge. Her foot rises higher under the table, getting even closer to my crotch. If she carries on just a little further, she’s going to find out for herself how much heat I’m packing.
“Come back to my place,” I tell her. It’s not a request; it’s a command. “I do love getting down and dirty in public, I’ll admit, but I think the first time between us might be…difficult.”
She gives me a cocky look that tells me she’s intrigued. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I know just from sitting here and talking to you that you’re not someone I’d usually take home with me. I like girls who are a little more…subservient than you. And I know you’re just the kind of girl who likes to humiliate the guys she’s fucking.” Arturo told me as much. It was common gossip that went around the office when Essie started working at M, G & H. She fucked one of the junior lawyers and apparently ruined him for all other women. Even without the inside information from Art, I would have been able to read that on her anyway. I can see the cogs working inside her head from a mile away. Essie rocks back into her chair, eyeing me intently, a little color rising in her cheeks. She looks irritated, which just confirms my suspicions. She hates that I already have her figured out. Or at lease this one thing. Everything else is a total mystery.
“I’m not going to be your fuck toy, Aidan,” she tells me. “I just won’t.”
I raise my glass and toast her. “And I won’t be your puppy on a leash.”
“Then how do we proceed?”
The blonde waitress from earlier approaches the table, still twisting her pen nervously over and over in her hands. “How is everything for you this evening? Can I offer either of you our desert menu?”
“No.”
“No.”
Both Essie and I answer in unison, neither one of us looking away from the other. The blonde makes an awkward, strangled sound in her throat and backs away from the table.
“How do you want to proceed?” I ask.
“I don’t know. You could let me be in charge this once and see if you like it?”
I shake my head. “Not going to happen. Of course, you could defer to me and try the same experiment?”
“No way.”
“Then we’re water and oil. We both walk away.” I say this, but even as I shape the words and they leave my mouth, I know neither of us are walking away. We’re both too headstrong.
Essie’s foot finally rises up those last couple of inches. She places her sole in my crotch, the length of her foot resting heavily over the length of my hard cock. Just the pressure of that contact is enough to make my heartbeat quicken. Fuck, I want her. If I’m honest, I’ve wanted her for years. She’s been the ultimate challenge that I’ve been smart enough to stay the hell away from. But, now, this is different because she came to me. She instigated this whole thing. To what end, I have no clue, but I’m going to find out.
“Oil and water?” Essie muses. “That sounds about right. It would be a real shame to waste this, though,” she says, curling the toes of her foot around the curve of my erection. I can’t help but grind my hips up, pressing my dick harder against her foot. The contact feels fucking amazing. “Perhaps I have a proposal to make,” she says.
“I’m listening.” I’m about thirty seconds away from dragging her into the restrooms and tearing that dress from her body. She wouldn’t know what hit her.
“I propose a compromise. I propose that I go home with you tonight, on the proviso that when we fuck, we are equals. No one person is dominant over the other.”
When she says fuck, I have to tighten my hands into fists in order to stop myself from lunging over the table at her. I want to kiss her so fucking badly. I want to bury my hands in her hair as she takes my dick into that perfect mouth of hers. I want to cup her breasts, pinch her nipples, make her scream.
There’s no way we’re not doing this. “Okay,” I tell her. “That sounds like a reasonable compromise. Would you like another martini, or would you like to go now?”
Essie looks at me like I’m crazy. She already has her purse in her hand.
“You can make me another martini when we’re done.”
******
She doesn’t bat an eyelash at my apartment. It’s not the penthouse my parents lived in for so many years, but it is far more space than any one person needs. It’s sparsely decorated. Looks like it could be out of the pages of a magazine. Could be that no one actually lives here at all. That’s how I’ve always felt about the place—it’s not somewhere I call home. It’s just a temporary dwelling where I come to sleep occasionally in between meetings and pointless fucking flights across the country to more pointless fucking meetings.
Essie’s high heels click on the hardwood floor as she walks over to the big window overlooking the city. The apartment’s open plan, essentially one giant room with the two bedrooms and bathrooms off a small hallway. I toss my keys onto the counter, watching her take it all in.
“Quite the bachelor pad,” she says as she circles the room.
“It’s all right.”
She stops circling and steps up to me. It’s surreal, being this close to her. I want to tell her that I know who she is, that she knows who I am, that we’re connected in more ways than she might realize, and we should cut the bullshit. But I don’t say any of that because she’s so close to me that I can smell the shampoo she used, I can see how perfectly smooth her skin is, and I don’t want to ruin this. Not yet, anyway.
“Hi there.” I touch my fingertips against her cheek, tracing the line of her cheekbone. She takes a deep breath, and then tilts her face toward mine.
She’s got lovely full lips. That’s actually quite an understatement. She has a perfect fucking mouth. I can just imagine her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue teasing my hard flesh. It would feel fucking amazing, I’m sure of it. I’m about to lean down and kiss her but she stops me. She brings her hands up—right hand moving to her left shoulder, pulling her dress down, left hand going to her right shoulder, pulling the dress down. Jesus Christ. She doesn’t ask for my assistance, but I’m a dude. My hands are itching to help out. I gently tug at the fabric over her stomach, pulling it down.
The dress comes off easily, practically dissolving in my hands. The material gathers on the floor around her feet in a pool of silk. Her legs are long and lean, her torso slender, her breasts full and perfectly symmetrical. She stands there, shoulders back, unafraid and unashamed, the way any woman should be when a man is appreciating her. She lets me look. Her nipples visibly harden, the skin pulling taut, and I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than to press my mouth against them.
Man, she’s going to be the death of me.
I need to get the fuck out of my clothes. I start with my cufflinks, slowly unfastening the silver Callahan crest at my right wrist, removing it from the cuff and placing it beside my keys on the kitchen counter. “You’re an incredibly beautiful woman, Ms. Floyd.”
She smiles, her eyes meeting mine, not looking away. “Thank you.”
I nod, smiling too, because that is how a woman is meant to respond when she’s complimented. Thank you, instead of, no, I’m really not. Or you’re crazy. Or even worse, trying to cover herself up and hide. The female form is perfect in all its various shapes and sizes. It’s a work of art. A miracle, meant to be worshipped. I’ve worshipped at the altar of women who have been curvy and skinny, and so many other shapes in between. A woman can barely break a buck twenty and still be repulsive if she’s ugly on the inside. On the other hand, a girl can be a size eighteen and I can find her irresistible if she oozes confidence and loves herself.
Essie’s healthy. She has fantastic tits and an amazing ass—I can see both right now and I can safely say I’ve never been more turned on. I love that I can’t play her ribcage like a goddamn xylophone. She’s glorious.
I lose my shirt while kicking out of my shoes, my pants swiftly following after. My boxers are gone in a heartbeat. I step toward her, only the thinnest columns of space separating our bodies. The energy pouring off of her is electric. Fuck, my dick is so damn hard; it feels like my balls are about to explode. I take a deep breath, attempting to slow my heartbeat down.
“You like how I look?” she asks.
I glance down at my hard on, raising my eyebrows, then I look up at her, letting my amusement show on my face. “What do you think?”
“Mmm. Perhaps?” She’s trying to play it cool. Trying not to show that she’s really turned on right now, but I can see it in the way her lips are parted, the way her cheeks are colored. The way her chest is rising and falling faster and faster. She wants me just as badly as I want her.
I close the distance between us, my pelvis pressed against hers. Taking her face in my hands, I lean down and kiss her once, softly.
Holy fucking shit. Those lips of hers are just as incredible as I expected. She moves them against mine, opening her mouth a little. I slip the tip of my tongue inside, press my mouth harder against hers. My ears are fucking ringing. The high-pitched buzzing blocks out everything else. Everything except the sensation of touching her, of feeling the silk of her skin beneath my hands. We continue to kiss. I run my hands from her face down the graceful column of her neck to her collarbone, over her breasts, my breath catching, making me exhale sharply down my nose. She does the same, except she pants into my open mouth, swearing barely loud enough for me to catch it. Yeah, she’s affected by me. She may not want to be, but she’s loving this.
Her breasts are full and soft. I squeeze them, tweaking each nipple gently. They feel amazing, perfectly natural. I’ve fucked girls with fake tits before. If there’s one way to make me lose a boner, it’s a pair of fake double Ds. Essie’s maybe a B cup, verging on a C, and they’re perfect. Just the right size.
I duck down, slowly trailing my tongue across the sensitive bud of her hard nipple. My cock throbs when she sucks in a sharp breath, arching against my hands, which have moved to the small of her back, just above her ass.
I know she wants to do something to take control of this situation. The truth is, so do I. We’re both at war with our need to dominate. If I were with any of the other girls I’ve slept with before, I’d already be telling her to get on her knees and put her hands behind her back so I can tie her up. There’s something so satisfying about another human being offering themselves to you like that. Offering you their trust, and their bodies. I’m able to tamp down the need to wrestle with Essie over her submission for the simple reason that this is submission for her. Just being with me and not demanding I lower myself for her is a kind of vulnerability. There will come a time in the future when she does allow me to tie her up, when she will be totally at my mercy, and she will love it. Until that time, I am more than willing to meet her halfway.
“Okay?” I ask. Is this okay? Are you okay? Are you about to grab your clothes and run? She looks me right in the eye. Her own eyes are pale green with flecks of blue, like some sort of precious gemstone. Fucking beautiful. Her lashes are thick and dark, and frame her eyes like eyeliner, even though this close to her face I can tell she’s wearing absolutely no makeup. She doesn’t need it.
“Of course,” she says. She reaches down and palms my cock, which I’m not expecting. Normally, I make a girl work to be able to touch me. Essie just takes what she wants. I guess this is my submission, too. A ragged gasp slips out of my throat. “Fuck, Essie.”
She runs her hand up and down the shaft of my hard on, pressing the ridge that runs along the underside. My hands return to her breasts. I begin to feel like a sculptor, working with clay. Her skin is so soft and supple. So goddamn responsive. I trail one hand down over her flat stomach, fingertips lightly brushing the folds of her pussy. Just as I knew she would be, she’s completely shaven. I’m never wrong about that shit. I’m about to dip my fingers lower to find her clit when she closes her legs tight, preventing me from going any further.
“You don’t want this?” I ask softly. She’s still working my cock.
“I don’t know.” She’s not telling the truth. Her breath is coming in sharp, short bursts now; I’m having a hard time believing she doesn’t know exactly what she wants. If she tells me to stop, my hands will be off her in a heartbeat and I’ll be across the other side of the motherfucking room, but until that moment, I’m going to be listening to what her body is telling me. And right now, it’s telling me it wants me to be balls deep inside it, making it shake with pleasure. I skate the tips of my fingers closer to her clit, close enough that she’ll feel that undeniable ache between her legs, but distant enough to let her know I’m also respecting her wishes. Kind of.
“Explain,” I command.
“Have you ever had a girl tell you that before? That she didn’t know if she wanted you to fuck her or not?”
“Definitely not. Usually, when I find myself in this position, we’re past any barriers that might preclude sex. You want me to back the fuck up? Is that what you’re telling me?” I tease her with my tongue, licking at her lips, until I feel her shivering.
“I think what I’m telling you,” she says slowly, “is that I want you to make me want it.” She looks me in the eye, defiance plain as day staring out at me, and my dick throbs painfully. She must feel it as she slowly pumps my hard on. She squeezes slightly, smiling when I involuntarily thrust into her hand. Oh, she’s asking for all kinds of trouble.
“I can make you want it,” I say. “I can make you beg for it.”
Her smile spreads even wider. She reaches her other hand down and squeezes my balls. “I don’t know about that. Maybe it’ll be the other way around. Maybe I’ll make you beg for it. That’s probably never happened to you before, has it?” She doesn’t give me a chance to answer. She lets go and jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my torso, her arms around my neck. She kisses me ferociously, pressing her lips against my neck, biting my shoulders, clawing at my back.
“Where the hell is your bedroom?” she asks breathlessly.
I gather her beautiful long hair in my hand and wind it around my fist, gently tugging her head back, exposing her neck. “You want me to take you there, sweetheart?”
She pulls, trying to lift her head, but I don’t let her. If she seriously wants me to stop, she’ll let me know and I will. I’m not into doing things to girls against their will. I am into pushing their boundaries, though. I get the feeling Essie’s about to push a few of mine, so it’ll be a fair trade, anyway. She glares at me, fire sparking in her eyes.
“Yes,” she says firmly. “I want you to take me there.”
I can tell it costs her a lot to say that.
“Good girl, Ess.” I pepper her face with kisses, pulling her hair a little harder so she has no choice but to tip her head back all the way. She moans. The sound is so fucking hot. Honest to god, seventeen-year-old Aidan would have come in his pants if a girl made that sound in his ear. Thankfully, thirty-year-old Aidan has his shit locked down tight.
I let go of Essie’s hair so I can grab hold of her thighs. I lift her in one fluid motion and crush her to my body, then I’m tearing through the apartment, ripping open my bedroom door so hard that it smashes into the wall. The damn thing nearly comes off its hinges.
I place her down on the edge of the bed and then I forcefully make myself stand back a couple of feet, running my hands through my hair. I want to take her. I want to be inside her. I want to feel her pussy tightening around me, throbbing as I make her come hard all over my dick.
I know I have to tread carefully with her, though. If I make one wrong move, she’s going to run out of here like a bat out of hell. She already looks like a wild animal, hands behind her, propping her up, knees drawn up, legs crossed in front of her like she’s guarding herself from me. Her shoulders are hitching up and down, her gaze steady and unblinking. She looks feral. I know she wants me, though. She’s frustrated and angry right now; anyone can see that. She’s not angry at me, though. She’s angry with herself.
“Tell me,” I say.
“Tell you what?”
“You know what.” If she’s brave, she’ll just come out and say it. She’ll tell me that my brother ran hers off the road. I have no idea what brought her to my doorstep the other day, but I know her motives are messed up. They have to be. She shouldn’t be naked in front of me right now, and I shouldn’t have allowed things to get this far, but neither one of us have backed down. I’m insanely attracted to her. It’s fucked up, but I’ve felt this way for years. One way or another, she’s obviously been pre-occupied by me, too, otherwise she wouldn’t have sought me out. The smart thing to do would be ask her to leave. Get her a cab and send her on her way. But I can’t.
It seems she’s not ready to be honest with me, either. She slowly shakes her head, her eyes shining a little too brightly. She looks like she’s about to cry. “I can’t,” she whispers.
“You should.”
“Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Aidan,” she says, her words rushing together.
I drag my hands back through my hair, fighting with every ounce of common sense I posses. Eventually, I say, “I can not tie you up, and I can not make you do as you’re told, but I when I’m inside you, you have to let me fuck you properly, Ess. Are you ready for that? Can you let me?”
She looks at me for a long moment. She’s obviously thinking very hard. And then it’s like her whole body just relaxes. Her crossed legs drop to either side, her shoulders dropping from up around her ears. She takes a deep breath, leaning back a little. “Yes. Yes, I can.”
“Are you sure? Because the moment I suspect you don’t want this, it stops. I’m not that guy, Essie. I’m not into this if you’re not into it one hundred percent, too. I can make you feel so good. I can light your body on fire and turn you inside out, but only if you want me to.”
She sighs, her voice catching in her throat. She clears it, shooting me a daring glance. “I do. God knows I shouldn’t, but I do. I can’t seem to help myself. I—I didn’t expect this.” This seems like the first time she’s been honest with me since she walked into my office yesterday.
I don’t say anything in response. She’s practically admitting that there’s something else going on here, but it doesn’t seem all that important right now. She lets herself fall back on the bed. And then she does something that damn near blows my mind. She opens up her legs for me.
“Are you going to let me lick you, Essie?” I whisper. Women like her aren’t normally comfortable with a guy going down on them. Women who like power normally feel very vulnerable in that position. I’ve had to train a few of my past partners to be comfortable with me using my tongue on them. It takes a while sometimes for them to let go and just enjoy the ride. Well, not that long. I’m insanely good at giving head.
Essie sucks in a deep breath. “Will you make me come?” she asks quietly, lust thick in her voice.
“I promise.”
“Okay, then.”
I climb up onto the bed, feeling like a predator, seconds away from pouncing. There’s an element of truth in that. Essie doesn’t really stand a chance as I move in between her legs and take a moment to look at her. She’s staggering. “Your pussy is beautiful,” I tell her. “So fucking beautiful.” And it is. So pink and pretty. I can’t wait to taste her. She smells amazing. Sweet.
First, I trace my fingers through the folds of her flesh, shivering a little at how amazing she feels. “Ahhh, fuck, pretty girl. You want me bad, don’t you?” I have no doubt in my mind now that she wants this. None whatsoever. She’s so slick and wet, her pussy lips swollen. My fingers are literally covered in the evidence of her arousal. “Lie back, sweetheart. Let me take care of you,” I tell her.
She lies back, breathing heavily. I start slowly, straining against the desire to bury my tongue in her and go crazy. It’s hard, but I manage it. She tastes so fucking good. There’s a trick to eating pussy. When I was a teenager, Alex spun me some shit about tracing the alphabet with your tongue. He said I was guaranteed to get a girl off if I did that. That’s bullshit, though. Ask any girl and she’ll tell you that technique will only piss her off. You’re better off not fucking around. The most important thing when you’re licking a girl’s pussy is to find that sweet spot—how she likes her clit stimulated—and then stick the hell with it. If you find that magical spot and you have her screaming Fuck yes! There! There! the last thing you should damn well do is move on with your mouth because you’re only on K and you need to get to Z.
Rookie error.
Each woman is different. I start out slow with Essie. I figure she’s going to be complicated, and she is. It takes me three full minutes to find her sweet spot. I only know I’ve found it from the way the muscles in her thighs tighten around my head. She’s determined not to clue me into the fact that what I’m doing feels good. After another few seconds, I feel a rush of wetness on my tongue, taste the sweetness of her in my mouth, and I know I’ve hit pay dirt. My dick grows even harder, the tip of it brushing against my belly, desperate to be put to good use. I’ll only sink myself inside her when she’s pleading with me, though. Until then, I can wait.
“Fuck,” Essie hisses. She digs her fingers into my bed sheets, her back arching away from the mattress. I take the opportunity to slide my hands under her ass, so I’m half cupping her ass cheeks, half massaging the base of her spine with my fingertips. Gives me great leverage so I can sink my tongue a little deeper inside her as I repeatedly sweep upwards as well.
“Oh my god…”
Without a shadow of a doubt, she’s going to come if I keep going. She’s railing against it, unwilling to give in, but every time I press the flat of my tongue against her, I can feel how hard and swollen her clit’s becoming. Now, it’s time to ramp things up. The next time I move my tongue over her, I pause over her clit, gently sucking.
“Ahh! Holy…what the fuck!” Essie bucks against my mouth, hips rising clear off the bed. I grip hold of her with both hands, not letting go, still sucking, still flicking my tongue over her clit. I’m careful. I don’t suck too hard, and I don’t use my tongue too quickly. Most guys massively underestimate how sensitive that little bundle of nerves is. You go too far and the pleasure a woman feels will quickly turn into over stimulation. It’ll feel uncomfortable. I know just how to fuck a girl with my mouth to make her feel good. And I’m about to make this girl explode.
She starts rocking against my mouth, finally letting go. She doesn’t have a choice. I time the next part down to the very last second. Just as she’s about to come, just as her legs are tightening around my head, just as she’s beginning to scream, I let go of her ass and I slide my index finger and middle finger inside her pussy.
“AIDAN!! OH MY GOD, DON’T STOP!”
Even when she’s screaming my name, I can tell this is a surprise to her. Her pussy clenches around my fingers in the most amazing way. She’s so fucking tight. I know, when I make her come with my dick in a moment, she’s going to milk me dry.
I stop flicking her and I leave my tongue pressed against her clit, enjoying the taste of her orgasm all over my mouth. Slowly, I pump her with my fingers as she rides out the waves of her climax. She’s fucking amazing. With her body locked out, head angled back, breasts pressing up in the air, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I take my fingers away just as her body starts to tremble. She curls in on herself, shivering.
“Three minutes, Ess. I’ll give you three minutes and then I’m going to make you come again. Will you be ready?”
She looks up at me, a glazed, lethargic look on her face. She wears that just fucked look really damn well. “Will you be ready?” I repeat. I lean forward, placing my hands on either side of her head, holding myself over her. “Do you want me to make you feel like that again, pretty girl?”
She nods slowly, swallowing. “Yes.” I can barely hear her, but I can see the need on her face. I’m willing to bet this is the first time she’s felt like this. From what Arturo used to tell me, her sexual encounters have probably been fairly empty experiences. No one’s ever really taken care of her properly before. I’m glad the first time she is taken care of properly, it’s by me.
I lean down and brush my lips against her cheeks, against her forehead, her temple. She closes her eyes and sighs deeply. My cock is just about ready to blow up. I have to fuck her soon, but she needs this moment to process what just happened. Burying my dick in her straight away would be too much too soon. Instead, I lower my hips down so my erection is resting against her, so she can feel the length and the hardness, so she can get ready to receive it. More importantly, so she can want it.
The heat and wetness of her pussy is almost enough to drive me insane, but I hold back. Gradually, I begin to grind myself against her, waiting until I feel her hips respond, moving in rhythm with mine, before I push down harder.
“Oh, god…” Essie breathes this into my mouth, her eyes closed, hands moving up over my back, grasping hold of my shoulders. “Fuck, I need you,” she says softly.
“How badly?” I kiss her, sliding my tongue inside her mouth. She groans. She’s probably able to taste herself all over my mouth. The idea of that turns me on to the point of distraction.
“Just—please. Just do it. Just fuck me, Aidan. I need you inside me. Oh my god.”
I rock my hips back a little further this time, so that the tip of my cock presses against the opening of her pussy. She gasps, angling her hips, trying to push upward so I’ll slide inside of her. I manage to keep my head, though. I won’t fuck her without a condom. I’m not that fucking stupid.
I vault off the bed and find what I’m looking for in the nightstand beside my bed, rolling the condom onto my erect cock. Essie watches me with a look of doped ecstasy on her face. When I climb back onto the bed, she doesn’t let me tease her anymore. She takes hold of me and guides me inside of her, her muscles tensing, and I push all the way in. She inhales through her nose, eyes fluttering closed. I have to press my forehead against hers and take a moment myself. She feels so fucking good. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect. I’m surprised. Even with a condom, for the first few seconds I feel like I’m on the brink of blowing my load.
I breathe through the moment, kissing and licking at her neck, palming her amazing breasts with one hand and then the next. It doesn’t help that I can feel her pussy tightening around my dick every few seconds, squeezing. Takes monumental fucking concentration to talk myself down from the ledge.
The moment eventually passes, though. Then, I know I’ve got this. I start to move slowly, rocking my hips against her, drawing myself almost fully out of her before sliding myself back in. It’s such an insane feeling. I know its driving Essie crazy, too. She digs her fingernails into the skin of my back so hard I hiss. She locks her legs around my waist, lifting her hips, and suddenly we’re in that amazing zone where I’m balls-deep inside her and everything just… fits. It’s incredible. Fuck. Too incredible.
I angle myself down a little, making sure I’m rubbing against her clit every time I push inside her. Essie pants, writhing against me, and I know I’m exactly where I need to be. She shakes, clinging hold of me, begging me not to stop.
I don’t. I lean back a little, trying to keep my weight off of her, but she wraps her arms around me, drawing me back down. Hell, if that’s what she wants, I’m more than happy to oblige. I gather her to me, lifting her a second so I can place my arms around her properly, and I hold onto her so tight, I know she has to be finding it hard to breathe. I’m finding it just as hard. Our mouths are on each other, tongues inside each other’s mouths, lips pressed against each other’s skin, her breathing oxygen into my lungs and me doing the same for her.
