Sawyer
Icatch Zelda with one arm when her legs give out, holding her up so I can explore the soft folds between her legs.
I don’t really have any light to see anything, other than for the moonlight coming through the uncurtained top halves of her windows, but I can tell by touching her that she’s exquisite, soft and wet and ready for me.
She moans a little, keeping the volume low, keeping it soft, and as my fingers explore a little further, a little deeper, her eyes fly open, her full lips parting. There’s a question in her eyes.
“That doesn’t count.”
She smiles at me, but then her lashes flutter, of course they do, because I’m stroking her hot core in a way that’s clearly driving her wild.
She spreads her legs another inch wider, but she can’t go any further because her panties are still on, and now she lets out a little growl of frustration.
She is not a prude librarian, that’s for sure.
No—it isn’t sex that she’s held herself from.
It’s something else. It’s another kind of danger, and when we’re done with this—if we ever finish—I want to know what it is.
I slip two fingers inside her channel and meet with zero resistance, and her muscles suck in around my fingers. Holy hell, it’s going to feel so good to have my cock buried inside of her again.
But I’m not going to rush this. It was hot as hell before, but now I want to take my time.
Her hands grip at my shoulders, trying to keep herself upright, but most of her weight is still leaning on my arm.
I have to get her panties off.
I scoop her up into my arms, and she lets out a low laugh. “A perk to visiting the weight room, right?”
“To lift up gorgeous women and take them to bed?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t do this much.”
She nods her head in the direction of her bedroom, and I walk us there as fast as my legs will carry us.
“Stand up.”
I’m not going to waste any precious moments with the undressing, and neither is Zelda, because before I can reach for the hem of her dress she has it over her head and tossed on the floor.
The few moments of concentration it gives me are all it takes for me to strip down, and then I’m wrapping myself around her again, lifting her hot, naked body and spreading her out on top of her comforter.
It’s a white comforter, of course. White and clean and pure. It’s a good thing Zelda’s no virgin.
I balance myself above her.
“Close your eyes.”
“Is that part of the game?”
“Close them. No other thoughts but what I’m about to do to you.”
She obeys instantly, even though she doesn't have to, even though she’s perfectly capable of taking control of our encounter.
As if I’ll ever forget that, after she jumped onto my cock in the car.
I can guarantee she doesn’t do that kind of thing often, but what happened back at that house… it changed something.
And I’m glad.
I’m painfully hard now that she’s stretched out below me, closing her eyes because I said so, because I know it will make this moment even more intense, but I force myself to slow down.
I trace a finger over her lips, and she opens her mouth, letting me put the pad of my index finger against her teeth.
Her breath comes fast and shallow, and I only linger there for a second before I trail that finger down her body, paying attention to her nipples, tracing circles around them for long enough that she starts to wriggle against the bed, then pinching each one lightly between finger and thumb.
Zelda starts to forget herself, moaning a little louder than the rules of the game allow, and as soon as she realizes it, she brings a hand up to her mouth, covering her lips with her fingers.
“You’re such a good girl,” I growl into her ear. “Always following the rules.”
Her eyes open, but the way her body tenses tells me everything I need to know. “No…” It’s a whispered word, but that’s all it takes. So she doesn’t want to be so good. Not anymore.
Well, I’m the perfect fix for that.
Only I can’t be.
I can’t sort it out in my mind right now, so I settle for leaning down toward her ear again, licking and nibbling at her earlobe, giving her shivers. “Not good, then. Bad.”
She presses her hips up away from the bed, and I slide my hand down to meet them.
“So bad…”
Zelda gives in to the pressure of my hand against her hips against the bed, and the moment my fingers make contact with her wetness again, she spreads her legs open wide.
“Damn.”
I fuck her with three of my fingers now. She’s so slick and open and inviting that it’s all I can do not to plow inside her right now.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“How much?”
Her eyes lock on mine. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” There’s more than one meaning to this, but now is not the time to whip out a decoder ring. So I take it at face value.
“Good. On your hands and knees.”
She rolls over right away, her head thrown back, her back arched in a curve so perfect I can’t stand it.
Her hair is coming loose from the twist she had it tied in at dinner, and I tug it free, wrapping my hand through it, pulling her head back a fraction of an inch more and pressing my lips along the side of her neck.
“Spread.”
Her knees go apart another few inches, and I take a few more moments to stroke the wetness, mixed with my own from the car. She’s trembling, shaking, trying to stay on her hands and knees, and I can tell that if she spoke now, it would be through gritted teeth.
“You’re my bad girl, aren’t you?”
I put my hands on her hips, holding her in place, firm and strong, and I’m rewarded with another burst of wetness. My cock twitches.
“Yes,” she says. It would be a cry, but that would be against the rules.
“Don’t ever forget it.”
I plunge into her with one quick, powerful thrust, burying myself inside her channel with one motion. At the perfect moment I reach around to catch her cry in the palm of my hand.