“Wake up!” she texted.
“Sup Doll?”
She was surprised he texted back. It was after midnight.
“Get over here.”
“20 min.”
As promised, 20 minutes later there was a knock at her door. He stepped inside the door, grabbed her face with both hands, and backed her into the wall. Her head bumped the wall a little too hard. His kiss was so perfect she didn’t mind.
“Mmm…missed you. How was the birthday party?”
“Torture. I finally got way.”
“I see that. How long to do you have?”
“Long enough I hope.”
His body had her pinned up against the wall in the entryway. He had no idea how wet she was already.
“Let’s go to my room,” she said. She wanted to fuck until neither of them had anything to apologize for anymore. She lifted his shirt, scratching her nails up his sides as she went. He pulled her to him by the hips and kissed her as he guided her to the bedroom. They didn’t quite make it that far. He threw her over the back of the couch as soon as they cleared the first cushion, and he kicked her feet apart even as he pulled her pajama bottoms down far enough so that they fell to her knees.
His left hand grabbed the hair at the back of her head, pulling back. His right hand reached inside her panties, testing to see how wet she was. Satisfied, undid his pants and lined up his hips with hers. He rubbed his cock against her clit, making her moan. She wanted him inside her again, wanted to feel him sink into her so badly that she pushed back against him. He must have been caught off guard. He let out a groan so guttural that she knew she was in trouble. She thought for sure he would start hammering away at her. Instead, he pushed deep inside her and stayed there. He only moved enough to pulse slightly against her g-spot.
“Mmmm…”
She lost her focus, couldn’t push against him anymore. All she could do was enjoy the pleasure he was giving her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her into him harshly just once.
“Nuh uh. Stay with me, Doll. Touch yourself,” he said.
He guided her fingers to her clit and felt them as they began stroking. With his cock tormenting her g-spot and her fingers tormenting her clit, she started to cum almost immediately, but she slowed it down. She kept that moment before the orgasm takes her going, allowing him to catch up.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, when it was time. And he did, hard.
She let him pummel her as she listened to him breathe. She held off until she knew he was close, then she allowed her orgasm to take her, knowing her moaning and her spasms would take him with her. And it did. They finished together and collapsed over the back of the couch.
When she caught her breath she said, “I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time. We should probably go to my room.”
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