Page 75 of Bad Habit
“Sorry.” I reached for her.
After the shock of landing, she laughed. “It’s okay.”
Her eyes were fully on my cock, and her skin was flushed and her breathing fast and hard. She rubbed her thighs together on the couch.
So fucking hot. If she wanted more passionate sex, I wouldn’t deny her. I wanted to fuck this woman more than I wanted to breathe.
“Take off your bathing suit.”
She pushed down the straps.
“I’ll get a condom.” I dashed to the bedroom and grabbed the pack.
On my return, she was fully naked and crossing the room toward me. I tossed the box onto the dining room table, pulled her into my arms, and crushed her lips with mine, pushing them open and devouring her mouth the way I wanted to devour every other part of her.
Stroking my cock with her hand, she lifted her leg as if eager to get me inside her as quickly as possible, so I reached for the condoms and put one on as fast as I could.
Our lips locked again, and I lifted her into my arms. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. It was like we fit each other, anticipated each other’s moves. So fucking hot.
Eager to get her onto the mattress, I turned toward the bedroom, but drowning in her lips, I lost my ability to multitask. Walking while kissing was beyond my current skill set, and the bedroom seemed too far.
Concentrating on her delicious lips, I backed her up against the wall and used my body to brace her, freeing up one hand to trace through her sex, so fucking wet. I stroked through the slippery folds, almost lifting her with that hand, stroking and circling, relishing in the hot wetness of her sex and the sound of her moans.
When I couldn’t resist any longer, I ground my sheathed cock against her sex, fucking her slit sideways, without penetration.
My dick slid along her dampness, stroking her clit, getting so much pleasure even without being inside her. Gasping, she shuddered in my arms and then sucked my tongue into her mouth—hard.
I pressed a finger inside her to confirm she was coming, and I stroked her as she came, not as hard as she had last night, but for a long time, her breaths like tiny exhaled moans.
I pulled out my finger, and brainless with desire, I thrust into her with one long, forceful thrust that went far deeper than anything I’d attempted last night.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. Too much. I’d pushed her too far.
Then her pelvis flexed, moving against me, circling, even as I held her pinned to the wall.
Keeping my body still and buried inside her, I kissed her, letting her body work my dick with the small motions of her hips. The squeezing of her inner muscles nearly made me come.
As much as she claimed to want something more like the porn, I needed to remember her inexperience. I needed to take this slow and be gentle. But my body was out of sync with my mind, and I clued in that I’d already started thrusting, pushing into her as long and deep as I’d take any woman.
I shifted one hand to her ass, hoping to add some control, but instead, the subtle shift conspired with gravity to increase my depth and change the angle of my penetration.
Moaning, she flexed her back as I thrust, her body absorbing and enhancing each stroke, our bodies moving in tandem as my cock impaled her body, over and over.
I was so ready to come.
But I didn’t want that. Not yet.
Buried inside her, I carried her to the bedroom and sat down on the bench at the end of the bed, her on top of me. She tightened her legs around my waist, adjusting her hips and sinking me in even deeper.
Hands on my shoulders, legs hooked at my back, she circled her hips and looked into my eyes as she rode my cock, bucking on my body with so much abandon it was hard to imagine that less than twenty-four hours ago she’d been a virgin.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red, and she licked them, exhaling hard with a high-pitched moan each time her hips landed.
My hands on her butt, I lifted her slightly, and she started to use my shoulders and back as a fulcrum to move up and down on my dick, each stroke only an inch or two in depth, but the change in pressure and friction so fucking hot.
I moved one of my hands to her tit, and we stared into each other’s eyes as we moved together, panting and sighing, giving and taking so much pleasure from each other I could barely believe it was possible.
Joined to her like this, I felt bathed in her goodness, part of her. Like anything was possible.
