I skim my hands down over her ass, and though they want so badly to hang out there for a long while, they continue down the backs of her thighs until I can get a get a good grasp and hoist her up. Her long legs instinctively wrap around my back.
Once in place, three things happens instantaneously: I wrap my arms around her, one hand holding her ass cheek in my palm, the other cradling the nape of her neck; I'm so fucking hard it's blissfully painful; and she kisses me.
And this kiss ...
Jesus Christ.
Her tongue flirts with my lips before diving in and when it does, she teases me. Licking lightly before retreating, leaving me to chase her. I part her lips and waste no time making my intentions known. I'm going to be hers tonight. Her safe place. Her protector. Her friend. And her lover.
I'm going to be hers.
The possessive strokes of her tongue, the nips at my bottom lip, the gentle kisses followed by the sinful pull of my skin at the crook of my neck in between her lips ... it's heaven. I'm so focused on her mouth and the amazing things it's doing to me that it takes a second for me to catch up when her hips start moving, rolling in and out like the waves.
Damn, she feels good.
Her hands are in my hair now. It was pulled back in a loose ponytail but she slipped the elastic tie off and it's knotted up in her hands now. She knows that's one of my biggest turn-ons. I love it when she winds my hair around her hands like reins and takes charge; it's sexy as all hell.
The pace of everything has notched up. Her breathing. Her hips. Her moaning. Her intensity.
She's so fucking close and I want nothing more than to watch her come undone in my arms.
I shift my hold on her so that one hand is supporting her around her lower back while the other hand slips down from behind. My middle finger splits her and runs back to front, front to back. Back to front, front to back, until she's begging me. "I need to feel you inside me, babe. Please."
I suck at her neck teasingly, before kissing it softly. "Be patient, Impatient. We've got all night."
She's writhing under my touch. She's there, she just won't let go. "Please, Gus."
I'm taking my time because this just got all kinds of sexy. My hair's still reined up in her fists. She's on the cusp of a mind-blowing orgasm. She's pleading for sex as I'm nibbling at her earlobe. And my fingers just slipped inside her. "Better?"
"Oh ... God ... " she pants. Pleasure's set her hand in motion. It's snaking between us, pushing down my underwear until the top few inches of me is exposed against her belly. The sensation of skin on skin ... damn.
"Fuck. Me." My fingers are beating out the steady rhythm that her body is demanding.
"No. Fuck me, Gus." That wasn't begging. That was telling. If there's such a thing as verbal fucking, that was just it. The tone, the words, the force, the sound of her voice ...
It was fucking.
Her breasts have my attention now. They're spilling out of her tiny bra. Hiking her up in my arms, I waste no time in taking the triangle of sheer fabric on the left side in my teeth and tugging it up until her breast falls free beneath it. I'm only moments into fondling her tight, hardened nipple with my tongue and teeth when she hits the roof.
Her mouth is open in a scream against my shoulder. And because her lips have formed a seal there's not much noise ... but I feel every sound wave pulse through me. Resonating in me. Reverberating. It's like music.
When she falls still in my arms, she smiles sheepishly. "Was I loud?"
I can only imagine what that scream felt like tearing through her if I felt it tearing through me. I shake my head. "Loud? Nope. Sexy? Hell. Yes." I set her down and drop my underwear to my ankles before removing her bra.
On the way to the bathroom, she says, "I can't believe we get to stay here tonight." It's an innocent, but excited declaration that makes her sound half her age. Totally carefree. It's cute.
"I know, I fucking love sleepovers," I tease. I do love sleepovers with Scout, though.
She laughs at me.
"Especially when there's no sleeping involved."
She laughs again, but it quickly fades and her eyes settle in to that dark, lust-filled space. That space that has my groin throbbing. I turn toward her until our bodies are touching but I don't wrap my arms around her. Instead I lower my mouth to her ear and I talk. I don't whisper. I don't even lower my voice. "I'm going to take you up on your offer now."
"You are? What are you going to do exactly, Mr. Hawthorne?"
Damn, the devil may live inside this woman. That was sexy. "You said you wanted me to fuck you. I'm gonna take you in the shower with me and we're gonna fuck. Then I'm gonna make love to you in that bed until the sun comes up."
The side of her mouth tips up. "That sounds exhausting. Good thing I run marathons. Lots of stamina."
I bring her hand to my cock as we step into the shower. "He's got plenty of stamina. Trust me."
While I'm turning on the water she goes down on me, which she's never done before. And fucking hell, the things she can do with her mouth. And as good as it feels, I want more. Of her. I pull out and urge her to stand, backing her into the wall while pressing up against her. God, she feels so good.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls one leg up and around me, and I'm buried deep within her in seconds. There's absolutely no restraint. We're loud. We're demanding. We're so fucking physical. My hair's wound up in her hands again. It's been weeks since we've been together like this, with this kind of privacy. Usually it's a quickie on the bus after the show before she leaves to get back home. But tonight? Tonight I'm going to worship her repeatedly.