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.
It was my turn to say her name on a broken sound as I smoothed a hand down across her belly and aimed right for the honeyed spot between her legs. She was drenched and opened wide to accommodate the insistent length that was pounding in and out of her. I found that hot button of pleasure and started rubbing firm circles around and around with my index finger. I made her entire frame tighten up and the walls inside of her that were milking my dick in the sexiest of caresses clamp down and hold tight. The drag and pull in and out of her as she locked up in pleasure made my blood thunder and my balls draw up tight.
I kissed her on the back of the neck, continued to hammer into her, and moved my lips to the delicate shell of her ear so that I could tell her, “I changed my mind. This is the greatest date that has ever happened in all of time.”
She let out a gasp that could have been a laugh but in the next instant she went loose and liquid all around me. She threw her head back so hard that I had to jerk back to avoid getting a broken nose, and one of her hands clamped down on my wrist as she continued to come all across my cock and fingers. Watching how beautifully she broke apart for me was enough to have me letting go and slipping over the edge of completion myself. Everything I felt for this girl rushed out of me so fast and hard that I was barely able to stay on my feet once it was all said and done.
We were both panting, sweaty, stuck together, and covered in sex and paint. I’d never seen such a lovely mess, one I never wanted to clean up.
When I pulled out of her she immediately pulled her pants back up and turned around so that she was leaning with her back against the wall. She had white streaks on her naked breasts and flecks of paint on her flushed face. Her eyes darted around like she was looking for the shirt I had long ago discarded, and when she didn’t immediately see it she heaved a huge sigh and sort of wilted and folded herself down the wall until she was sitting with her back against it. Behind her was a clear imprint of a female body, including where her hands had been left in the wet paint. Damn if I wasn’t going to hate covering that up before the crew showed up in the morning. It was proof that this was all real and not the best dream I had ever had.