It was three in the morning when she finally came.
I came to the door shirtless and sweating from another body punishing workout.
Against all odds, I’d been waiting for her.
She was wearing that little white dress. The one from the stair incident, nearly three months ago.
I didn’t touch her, just took her in as I stepped back and waved her through the door.
She swallowed, and I watched her slender throat work with the action.
My eyes ran down her body like hungry hands.
“Take off your dress,” I told her hoarsely, shutting the door.
She didn’t hesitate.
She toed off her white flip-flops, and tossed her big yellow bag aside, shrugging the dress over her head.
She met my eyes steadily, wearing nothing but little neon pink panties, the up-tilted globes of her br**sts swaying with her heavy breaths.
“My room,” I told her, feeling the rough beast of my need take hold of me with an iron grip.
My inner mouth-breather had taken over.
I beat it back, with an effort.
She started walking, me right on her heels, close enough to have my face in biting distance of her ass as she made her way up the steps.
I restrained the urge. I was determined to stay in control here.
I had no intention of rushing this first desperate mating. Oh no, I was far past that.
I’d felt the need to rush two weeks ago.
Now my need had gone into another realm completely.
A realm where what drove me as much as my own desire was a necessity to share it.
She was not as desperate as I was, or she wouldn’t have taken so f**king long to come back.
But she would be.
I was determined to make it so.
Under my hands, she was going to experience the torment I’d been subjected to these long weeks, these agonizing months of waiting.
I laid her trembling body out on my bed, everything stripped off her but that tiny triangle of neon covering the even tinier thatch of blonde between her thighs.
That I used to tease her, using one blunt nail, starting just above and to the right of her sex, drawing the material over my finger, and agonizingly slowly, dragging it over, exposing her leisurely.
Each of her gasping groans was a sop to my aching body, sinking into me deliciously.
I slid that wisp of mesh to the side, dragging it over her folds, until I’d pushed it aside, and my finger rested at the deep crease where her inner thigh met her groin.
I held it there for a beat, then another, watching her squirm, waiting for her to plead.
I didn’t have to wait long.
I played her body until it coiled so tight with the tension that she vibrated with it.
She pleaded.
She begged.
She cried my name and clawed the sheets before I was through.
I didn’t even need to lay a finger on her at first, just teased her with that scrap of cloth, dragging it back and forth, rubbing it over her cl*t as she squirmed and begged for my hands, my touch.
“Knead your br**sts,” I told her in response. I’d let her have her own hands, but not mine, not yet.
She did, groaning in relief as she felt at her own flesh.
I stopped teasing her to watch.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
I ignored that, watching as her small hands rolled her large br**sts in restless circles, pressing them together, rubbing, pinching at her ni**les.
She watched me watching her. “You want these? Titty f**k me, Dair.”
I shook my head.
She was not calling the shots, not tonight.
Instead, I took my mouth to her, going to town until she was so close I could taste it on my busy tongue.
I pulled back, ignoring her mewling cries of protest.
I slipped my shorts off and straddled her ribcage, handling her heavy tits roughly.
I pushed them together, pushing my c**k between.
I let myself drive between them only a few times before I pulled away, but it was enough to milk a few thick drops of pre-come onto the tender flesh of her collarbone.
I dragged my fingers through that errant fluid, bringing it to her lips.
She sucked them clean while I bent down and started sucking at one fleshy globe.
I lingered at her chest, sucking long and hard enough to leave bruising marks all over her flawless flesh.
I didn’t stop until she was begging for my cock.
I turned her over, and had her perch on her elbows and knees, ass facing me as I drilled her with my fingers.
This was when she finally distracted me from my course.
“Dair, please, I only have a few hours before I have to leave again.”
I pulled my fingers out abruptly.
Without warning, or even permission from my brain, I grabbed her h*ps and drove into her.
Bare.
There were condoms in the nightstand, not two feet away, and even when I knew how stupid it was, how much it went against all of my better judgement, I never reached for one.
I wanted to ask her, at least have a conversation about it, at least get reassurance that if she had been with someone else, she’d had the sense to make them wrap it up, but I couldn’t seem to find the nerve.
The wrong answer was more than I could take. I knew my limits.
I dragged out, and drove in again, guttural sounds wrenching out of me.
Stupid or not, it was heaven like this, skin on skin, inside of her.
I lifted her legs off the bed with a hard grip on her thighs, until only her elbows supported her, and she was angled for the tightest ride, and started thrusting in earnest.
She came first, and fast.
I followed quickly, emptying inside of her with a rough shout. I didn’t pull out, still thrusting, and let her milk every tremor of my release.
When it was enough, I pulled out, flipping her onto her back.
I covered her, taking her mouth with my own, rubbing our bodies together, still so hungry for her that I ached with it.
My insistent hands played with her br**sts and plunged into her pu**y, getting her ready for the next assault.
When we were both desperate again, I rolled onto my back and pulled her to straddle me.
I lined myself up at her entrance.
I paused as our eyes met, unable to keep one question to myself.
“Should we be using condoms?” I asked her, throat tight.
Her eyes were steady and sure. She didn’t hesitate, shaking her head.
“No,” said Iris, and impaled her lovely body on my ravenous cock.
I was pretty sure said c**k was running the show at this point, but even knowing she was a liar, right then her answer was enough for me.
In any case, if there was damage to do here, it was already done.
And I was quickly beyond the ability to think as she started to move.
Her pert br**sts were bouncing hypnotically, the rest of her toned flesh flexing gloriously as she rode me. I palmed her perfect tits, rolling the sensitive tips against my palms.