She was reaching for my dick, but I pulled my hand out of her body and out of her pants and caught it in my own. While I liked the slide of her paint-covered palm across my chest, if she got that shit on my cock it was going to be game over, and if that happened I knew there was a chance I was never going to be able to have her like this again. Once I was in, she was going to have a much harder time pulling on that goddamn mask of hers when she was around me because I had already seen all the kind, thoughtful, passionate things she was trying to hide underneath it. Maybe it was selfish to want her with the same desperation that I needed her for other things in my life, but she wanted me just as bad and I knew I could make her need me, too.
“That’s a different kind of dirty than I’m after, doll.” I leaned forward so that the entire lengths of our bodies were pressed together and my dick was trapped against the soft skin of her stomach. I felt a drop of moisture bead up at the tip and she must have felt it, too, because her eyes went wide in her face. I put her trapped hands on the wall over her head and leaned down so I could whisper in her ear, “In the next minute your pants are coming off, my dick is coming all the way out, I’m getting suited up, and then I’m going to be so deep inside of you that all those fears, all that hesitation you’re watching me through, won’t have any room to fit. There’s only going to be room for me and the way we feel when we’re together.”
Her pale eyelashes fluttered a little bit and some of that bright flush that had filled her cheeks disappeared. I could see her brain starting to work again, starting to tell her all the things I was refusing to listen to behind my own rampaging desire. We both knew she deserved better than a hard fuck up against the wall, but knowing and doing were two separate things and it was well past time I started the doing with this complicated and irresistible woman.
“That wasn’t a warning, Sayer. That was a promise.” She opened her mouth to say something back to me but I knew I wasn’t going to like whatever it was, so I bent forward to kiss her again and used the hand that wasn’t keeping her hands trapped to dig my wallet out and find the condom that had been languishing away in there since the first time I saw her. It took some teeth to get the wrapper open and some patience to get my jeans down while putting the latex in place with one hand. I was afraid if I gave her too much time to analyze, she’d bolt, so I worked quickly as I kept her pinned to the wall with my body.
Since our height similarity had all the best and needy parts of our bodies all lined up and rubbing together nicely, I decided to take advantage of the situation and gently nudged her around so that she was facing the wall like I was going to strip-search her and frisk her. She had her hands flat and slightly above her head as I stepped up behind her. She looked over her shoulder at me with a lifted eyebrow and now the curiosity in her gaze was more heated and less terrified. I smiled at her as the impeccably heart-shaped curve of her backside was bared and filled my hands. She was so soft and yet there was strength there as I ran my hand up the slight bow of her spine and wrapped the rope of her braid around my hand. I pulled her head back a little as I kissed her shoulder and worked my way up to her mouth. I had to pull her hips back and bend her over slightly so I could get the tip of my now aching erection lined up with her slick opening.
I moved my hips just the slightest bit to drag my hardness through her soft folds. It made both of us groan and I felt tremors start in her legs and it made my gut go tight.
“You ready for me?”
Her eyes drifted closed and she turned her head back around so that she was facing the wall away from me. She dropped her forehead so that it was resting on the back of her stacked hands and whispered, “I don’t think I could ever be ready for you.”
I knew she was talking about more than the thick slide of my body into hers. I also knew the catch in her breath had as much to do with that innate hesitancy she had around me and the pull that vibrated between us as it did with the way I filled her all the way up. Her body clenched around mine in a squeeze that made my balls ache. I blew out a long breath and pushed into her until my front was resting against the elegant bend of her back even though it had white paint smeared all across it. I buried my face in the curve where her neck met her shoulder, wrapped my hands around her rib cage so I could fill my palms with the heavy swell of her breasts, and started to move.
There was no other girl I could have this way. No other girl that fit me, matched me, lined up with me like that’s what she had been put on this earth to do. There was no other girl that not only moved with me, but moved on me in the most perfect back-and-forth that had ever been created. I could feel every stretched-out inch of her from the inside out, could feel the heat and the friction we generated, and every time her heart beat or her lips let out a whimper of delight I felt it all along my pistoning cock.
She burned on me and I thrust in and out, in and out. She fluttered across me as I tried to catch my breath and to appreciate the beauty of the moment. I’d never had much, but what I did have I cherished and took excellent care of. Sayer fell firmly into that category. She was like the best treasure, the greatest gift I had ever been handed, and I absolutely planned on appreciating every single part of her.
She said my name again and turned around to look at me and the blue in her eyes was so bright it felt like it could light up the entire room. I grunted as her body pulled on mine, and captured both of her nipples between my fingers. I tugged on them harder than I probably should have, but it made her bite her bottom lip, which of course made me want to bite her bottom lip. I was inside of her as deep as I could go and I knew things weren’t going to last much longer for either of us.