Page 83 of Hold Still

Not having the patience to walk even another step, I bring her over to the stairs. “I need you hard and fast,” I growl in between kisses.

“Please,” she mewls.

I dip my fingers into her center, greeted by wet warmth. “Always so ready for me.”

Her lips play at my nipple rings while my finger circles and circles her clit, working her into a frenzy. I urge her up one stair so we’re now almost equal height. Rolling a condom over my length, I put my leg between hers, which she rides.

“Like that?”

“Mmm, hummm,” comes her response.

I grab her ass, and tilt her body into mine. I don’t allow my cock to slide home, but rather for the friction to heighten our senses. My mouth latches onto her nipple, and I bring my teeth together, causing her to cry out.

She continues to hump my leg while her hands grab my ass and squeeze. “God, Ozzy. What you make me feel.”

In response, I let her nipple fall from my mouth and take her lips in mine, my tongue swirling to mimick the rhythm of my fingers now inside her warmth. Her body clenches and then she cries out as liquid coats my fingers.

“One.”

I want to hear her scream at least once more before I pound into her right here on the stairs. Spinning her around, I rain kisses down her spine. My hands find her hips and dig in—I can dig in because she has some meat on her bones. And I like it.

Stepping forward, I thrust my cock between her ass cheeks, rubbing myself all over her. “Ever been taken back here?”

“What? Oh.” She thrusts back at me. “Uhm, yeah.”

“But never by me.”

Her head shakes from side to side. Damn. Where’s the lube? It’s upstairs in the bedroom, a whole long flight of stairs away. Continuing my onslaught on the outskirts of her ass, I bring my fingers forward and play with her pussy. “Next time.”

A long moan accompanies her next thrust backward. Her hands reach forward and she folds onto the steps, catching herself by her hands, ass in the air.

“Two.”

Taking my cock in my hand, I position it at her entrance and enter her with one thrust.

“Oh my God!” She pushes back, absorbing all of me.

Standing over her body, sweat pouring off both of us, I ram into her over and over, each thrust better than the last. “I would fuck you forever, if I could,” I manage.

She pushes backward. “And I’d love every second of it.”

Wrapping her hair around my hand, I tug. Her neck extends, her tits bouncing before her. “When you come next time, I want you to scream my name so that the neighbors all know who’s screwing you.”

She pants out a “yes.”

I continue the punishing rhythm until I feel her walls closing in on me. My balls tighten and I pull on her hair as I shout, “Fuuuuck!!” I keep thrusting until she screams, “Ozzy!”

When the last tremors run through our bodies, I skim my fingers up and down her torso from her hips to her tits. Placing kisses on her neck, my lips make their way up to her earlobe. Biting it, I whisper, “You make me insane.”

Her lower half shifts. “Right back at you.”

With her on the first step, she’s a lot taller than usual. I enjoy the feel of her body against mine.

As I’m pulling out of her, she asks, “What’s up here?”

“The bedrooms.” For as many times as we’ve had sex, it’s never been in a bed. My cheeks inflate against her neck. “Gotta make you earn admittance.”

Her hand sneaks around and grabs the back of my head. She turns and kisses me full stop. “Game on.”

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