Arissa’s body was on fire. She wasn’t entirely sure this was happening because she’d had versions of this dream more times than she could count. At his question, she looked out the windshield, but didn’t immediately see. Surprise hit when she realized they were in front of her house because she’d been in a daze since he barged into Hya’s kitchen, though, if she was being honest, she’d been in a daze since that first day when she opened her front door to see him standing there. Caught up in him, in the moment, she simply said, “Yes.”
Hank threw the SUV in park, got out and manually opened the garage door. Seconds later, he was back in the car, pulling it in next to her VW bug. He shut off the engine, got out, slamming the door behind him. One could say his actions were from anger, but it was built up need and want coming to a head. Arissa was already waiting by the door that led into the house, her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Need to hear it one more time, Arissa, you ready?” he asked in a low voice.
“Since that first day,” she whispered back.
He started slowly toward her, his voice just as slow. “Wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” He grew closer with every word. With her hand on the knob, she leaned her back against the door to hold herself up. She felt her pulse pounding at her neck and between her legs, as she struggled to swallow the closer he grew.
“Tonight, the way you were looking at me. Fuck,” he grumbled in a raspy voice and grabbed his jean clad growing cock. “You do things to me.” He stopped in front of her, pressed his body against hers and looked down into her eyes. One hand went to hers that was clutching the doorknob. His other arm wrapped around her waist.
He felt her body tense, as her breath caught. Her nipples were hard and pressing into his chest, and then she molded into him. “You make me ache.” She dragged her tongue along her lower lip, her eyes on his mouth. “You make me want.”
His head descended and he touched his mouth softly to hers. He felt her heavy breaths on his lips, and heard the soft moan that followed. Faint brushes of his lips on hers. His cock grew harder, he pushed it into her. She whimpered and Hank took advantage of her open mouth, driving his tongue into the sweet heat. Hungry for each other, they fought for control. It was rough when their hands moved, seeking to discover one another’s bodies. Hank gripped her waist and opened the door. His mouth still pressed to Arissa’s, he swallowed the squeal that rose from her throat as they both stumbled into the house.
They kept moving until the wall behind Arissa stopped them. Their kissing grew into a dual for power. Roaming hands turned into clothes being torn from each other’s bodies. Hank was toeing his sneakers off at the same time he was pulling the wet shirt from Arissa’s body. His eyes were greeted to the sight of a pink lace bra, the material not hiding much.
Arissa fisted Hank’s tee, and yanked it over his head. The sight of his bare chest had her hands moving over him, followed by her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of him. His hands worked the clasp on her bra as she continued exploring him. The heat of her mouth on his body had a deep moan escape his throat. Their mouths collided in a primal kiss as their hands made a beeline for the other’s jeans. Four hands working the jeans, and hips shimmying, removed that barrier between them. Hank didn’t waste anytime as he drove his hand into Arissa’s panties.
“Fuck,” he grumbled on a heavy breath into Arissa’s mouth when his fingers slid through her soaked folds.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips moving into his touch. Her hands went to the waistband of his boxer briefs. She started to pull them down but stopped and dug her nails into the skin at his hips when he drove a finger deep inside her. She tossed her head back; the guttural moan that moved up her throat had Hank thrusting another digit inside her, his mouth on her neck, tasting every inch of her sweet skin. He helped her stumbling hands divest him of his briefs. Once they joined the pile of damp clothes, Hank removed his fingers and lifted Arissa in one swift move. Her high pitch squeal became muffled when Hank took her mouth at the same time he centered his cock at her entrance. Regrettably he broke the kiss.
“Eyes.” He told her firmly.
Her heated eyes connected with his as she wrapped her legs securely around his waist. With deep restraint, Hank slowly sunk his cock into her pussy.
Her eyes went cloudy. “Yes,” she moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
Doing his best to memorize the moment, and the look in her eyes when he was seated deep inside her, it only lasted a second before Arissa placed her hands to the wall behind her, pushing her hips
