Page 125 of Faking All the Way
“Cold?” I ask.
She nods. “A little.”
I grin, adjusting my grip on her thighs. “Don’t worry, bright eyes. I’ll warm you back up.”
My lips claim hers again, my hips rocking against hers as our mouths move together. My cock is harder than it’s ever been, straining against my jeans. Finally, unable to take the layers between us anymore, I set her down on her feet so that I can tug off my own clothes. My shirt goes first as I pull it over my head and toss it aside. Then I move on to my jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper before kicking off my pants and boxers.
When I’m naked, I kiss her again, long and deep, tasting her. Then I spin her around to face the window, positioning her carefully.
“Put your hands on the glass,” I instruct.
She does, her palms pressing flat against the cold window, shivering from the temperature and anticipation. I take the opportunity to touch and caress her from this new angle, running my hands over her body. Down her sides, over her hips, cupping her breasts, never able to get my fill of touching her.
I murmur to her as I tease her, one hand sliding down to slip between her legs. Finding her clit and working it in slow circles.
“This is right where I fell for you, you know. All those late nights when we would stay up messaging each other. Watching you in your room through this window, or seeing you by the window at your art station downstairs. You were so fucking mesmerizing as you existed in your space, so effortless and gorgeous, that I couldn’t look away.”
I keep talking, keep touching, my fingers working her clit as she gets wetter. “That night you touched yourself in front of me? That was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. You were so fucking beautiful. So perfect and uninhibited.”
She’s getting more turned on by my words, by my touch. I can feel it in the way her hips are moving, pressing back against me. She’s panting now, her breath fogging the glass. “Asher, please.”
“Spread your legs,” I rasp against her ear.
She does it immediately, widening her stance. I shift my position behind her, reaching down to grip my cock and notching it at her entrance.
“You’re it for me, bright eyes,” I groan. “You’re all there will ever be. The only one I’ll ever love.”
Then I press inside.
I have to work my way in, because it’s been a few days and she’s tighter than ever. I don’t want to hurt her, so I go slow, thrusting shallowly at first. I can feel her impatience to have me fully inside her as she rocks her hips back against me, trying to take more.
It feels so good. So intense. So incredible to be inside her again after days of believing I’d lost this, lost her.
When I’m finally fully seated inside her, buried to the hilt, I shudder, my whole body shaking with the effort of holding still. My balls are already tight with the need to come.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I choke out. “So tight around me. So perfect.”
She whimpers in response, her hands pressing harder against the glass. “More. Please, I need more.”
I give her what she needs, what webothneed, drawing almost all the way out and then driving back in hard. The pace builds quickly, need and the chemistry between us taking over as my hips clap against her ass. I grip her full hips, steadying her as her legs shake, her fingers curling against the window.
When she gasps and arches into me, her back bowing, I spank her. Sharp and quick, my palm connecting with her ass, making her yelp in surprise and then moan hoarsely.
“Don’teverbelieve that you aren’t perfect for me,” I tell her, spanking her again before soothing the sting with a soft caress. “You’re beautiful. Talented. Kind. Everything I’ve ever wanted and didn’t know I needed.”
“Asher!” she cries out, her pussy clenching tight around me. “Oh fuck!”
Our bodies move together in sync, the sound of our breaths and groans filling the room as pleasure gathers low in my gut. When she comes hard, her whole body going rigid as she cries out my name again, I almost lose it entirely. Her inner muscles clamp down on me like a vise, milking my cock as her head sags between her arms, her hair falling forward.
It would be so easy to follow her over the edge, but I want to see her come again. I want to wring every bit of pleasure out of her body that I can. So I grit my teeth hard against the pressure building in my balls, fighting back my own orgasm.
“Touch yourself. Work that pretty clit until you come on my cock one more time.” I keep thrusting, not letting up. “Show the whole world how gorgeous you look taking control of your pleasure.”
No one can actually see us through the window since the cabin is pretty out of the way, but I like knowing that we’d be visible from outside if anyone was looking. I like knowing thatI’m fucking her in the exact same spot where I stood when I first told her I loved her.
She does it, her hand moving between her legs. I can feel the frantic movement of her fingers, brushing against my cock as she works her clit, and it makes my rhythm falter.
I hold off as long as I can, gritting my teeth so hard my jaw aches. And when she comes again, her legs wobbling from the force of it, I’m already letting go too.
