Tumbling Into You – By Gwen Galloway #7
“Winnie, I can't wait another moment. I need you naked right now.” Her smile stretched wide across her face as she immediately tugged free the soft belt of her form-fitting wrap dress.
As her dress fell open, I leaned down, pulling off her black suede boots before dragging her black satin panties off her body.
When I looked up, Winnie had somehow already shimmied out of her dress and black lacy bra and was now lying completely naked for me on the bed.
Please God, don't let anyone come looking for us.
“Good girl.” I stood frozen at the foot of the bed as my eyes roamed over every inch of her body. “Winnie, you take my breath away.”
“And you, Sterling,” she said lazily, leaning back casually on her elbows, “are wearing way too many clothes.” Jumping into action, I quickly toed off my shoes, hauled my linen shirt over my head, and shucked off my jeans and black boxer briefs in one fluid motion.
Standing naked in front of her, her eyes raked hungrily down my chest and abs.
I reveled in the moment her breath caught as her gaze landed on my impossibly hard cock, jutting out and demanding her attention.
“Damn.” She cleared her throat. “Impressive.” My chest puffed out under her praise. Then she winked at me. “Is all that for me?”
“Baby, I fucking love your sinful mouth.” She chuckled, then startled when I launched forward, scrambling onto the bed and blanketing her body with mine. “Spread your legs for me,” I commanded. Winnie eagerly complied, her thighs opening wide to accommodate my hips.
I captured Winnie's lips in a searing kiss as my erection slid over her clit, prompting her to arch her hips, greedy for more friction.
I couldn't wait to get my mouth on her perky tits, the dusty rose nipples already pebbled to hard peaks.
Breaking our kiss, I trailed my tongue across her jaw, down her neck, and over the top swell of her breasts.
Skimming my hand up her waist and rib cage, I cupped her breast from below, lowering my head to capture her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and teeth.
Releasing her nipple with a soft, wet pop, a shiver raced across Winnie's skin. She groaned and reached down, circling her fingertips around the hypersensitive crown of my cock. “Sterling,” she urged in a whispered plea. “I need you inside me, right now .”
“Fuck! I don't have a condom.” I exhaled a frustrated breath, stroking the length of my raging hard-on.
“I’ve been on the pill forever,” Winnie declared. “And I saw my doctor before moving out here. I have a healthy sexual status.”
“All clear here too. The team gets tested regularly, and I haven't slept with anyone since my last healthy result.” Winnie's eyes sparkled with delight at my revelation. Somehow, in that instant, I knew without a doubt that I could trust her.
“Please tell me I can take you bare,” I whispered across her ear.
“Yes,” Winnie responded without hesitation.
Taking a slow, deep breath, I notched my cock at her slick entrance and thrust inside her in one swift motion.
An electric, tingling sensation swept through my body, heightened by the phenomenal feeling of being inside her without any barrier.
As I bottomed out, I held myself balls-deep, rolling my hips and rubbing the base of my shaft against her clit.
“Baby, you're so fucking tight?—”
“You feel incredible buried so deep inside me,” she said at the same time. I leaned down and gave her a slow, sensual kiss. “But now you need to fuck me fast,” she demanded, her voice gravelly and insistent.
She didn't have to tell me twice.
Gripping her hips firmly, my fingers pressed into her flesh as my hips pistoned in and out with punishing intensity and speed.
She met my every stroke in perfect rhythm, raking her nails down my back, leaving a delicious sting in their wake.
Every thrust propelled us both toward the brink of something untamed and overwhelming.
My breath became increasingly ragged and uneven, that familiar tension coiling at the base of my spine.
Reaching between us, I circled her swollen clit with my thumb, coaxing her to fall over the edge.
“Come for me now, Winnie,” I demanded.
And that did it. She shattered around me—the pulsing, desperate rhythm of her pussy clenched around my cock, dragging me deeper into her pleasure.
Her thighs squeezed my hips as her back arched off the bed, finally gasping and crying out my name.
Watching her succumb to her orgasm was erotic and intoxicating, a heady mix of pride, possessiveness, and pure primal need.
And in that moment, there was no holding back—my whole body seized, followed rapidly by a wave of raw, uncontrollable pleasure and blissful white noise.
I can't remember ever having a more powerful release.
We stayed tightly entwined for a couple of minutes, gradually calming our pounding hearts and shuddering breaths. I wished we were nestled cozily in my own bed, where we could spend the entire night worshiping each other. Unfortunately, I feared we had already pushed our luck too far.
“Wow, that was intense.” Reluctantly, I pulled myself from her snug, warm body, rolling onto my back next to her.
“You could say that again,” she said, filling her lungs slowly with a restorative breath. “Best sex in years—” she paused, “maybe ever, if I'm revealing secrets.” At her confession, I turned my head to see her cheeks flush with the most adorable shade of pink.
“Darling, I want to hear all your secrets,” I teased, in a low, velvety voice.
“A true gentleman guards a woman's secrets as if they were his own.” She smirked, slapping her hand playfully onto my stomach.
“Damn, is it too late to be a gentleman and ask you out on a first date?”
“Fuck that, I'm free tomorrow.”