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Licking long and deep, I circle around and around her clit, winding her up until she finally explodes with a hoarse cry followed by my name as she falls limp. With only my hands keeping her upright.
Which makes lifting her spent little body that much easier. No more protests of impropriety. I shake from my own restraint to slowly feed her down onto my cock. She’s ready but she’s small, and I can’t risk hurting her with my impatience. Her head drops back against the wall welcoming the intrusion, and I only stop impaling her once I hit her cervix, giving her all I can. “Fuck, you feel good.”
“S-so do you.”
She’s overcome, and I fucking love that I’ve made her almost speechless. I glide her up and down while kissing along her shoulder and throat. She holds me so tight like she’s never going to fucking let me go. Long hair drapes along my arm, and I grasp the wavy strands, twisting them around my fist and tugging back so I can see her gorgeous face while I fuck her. Fucking magnificent while she teeters on the edge. “You know I’m only truly happy when I’m inside you.”
“Did you really think we’d last this long?”
My grip tightens from the unwelcome whisper, apparently to the point of pain when her eyes fly open and meet mine. “Fuck yes I did. I knew when I brought you to my house the night I met you that you weren’t ever leaving.”
A stunning smile lights up her face from the memory. “When you told me you wanted to escort me home, I thought you meant back to my apartment.”
My body responds of its own accord, and I tilt her more and arch back, driving deeper inside her, forcing her to take all of me. At that angle, I hit the spot she loves and her teasing stops. Only her heavy breaths and squeezing cunt let me know how she’s feeling. “It didn’t take long for you to like being my prisoner.”
“You…you’re the best prison I c-could imagine.”
Fuck me. She can barely talk, and I can barely think. The artwork a few feet from us flutters in its frame from me pounding into her. Eliminating all my regrets from her approval, she clutches my shoulders, digging in her short fingernails as her orgasm overtakes her. My name is a breath on my skin that sets me off too, and I shove her back so I can kiss her as we come down. Connected in every way possible.