She had no damn bra on.
Fuuuck.
Groaning again, I cupped the back of her neck and drew her mouth to mine. I kissed her hungrily, reveling in every sweep of my tongue against hers. Already my skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and Kinsley’s skin was just as hot under my touch.
I dragged my lips from hers and over her skin; peppering kisses down her jaw and over the curve of her neck. She tilted her head back so I had easier access, and I dropped tiny little kisses all over her collarbone down to the swell of her chest.
Wrapping one arm firmly around her, I splayed my fingers between her shoulder blades and pushed her back. Her nipples were already hard, and there was a sharp intake of breath when I flicked my tongue over her right one.
She reached between us. My muscles clenched as her fingers brushed my lower stomach, and she curled them so she was able to slip them under the waistband of my sweats and pull them down.
“No underpants!” she muttered.
I brought my lips to hers and said back, “You’re a fine one to talk.”
She giggled into the kiss and adjusted herself so she could free my cock. It jerked with a mind of its own when she wrapped her hand around it, and in that moment, I was entirely at her mercy.
If she demanded I come, I’d do it on the fucking spot.
“You’re still wearing pants,” I murmured, fighting back a moan at the sensation of her thumb rubbing the head of my cock and spreading the pre-cum that was there. “You should have worn a dress if you were gonna do this.”
“You dragged me on you.” She took my lower lip in her mouth and gently sucked.
The moan escaped.
Jesus fucking Christ, I was going to die.
“Take off the damn yoga pants, Kinsley, or I am going to tear them off you.”
She climbed off my lap, holding onto my cock for a second longer than necessary, and turned around.
I lifted my hips to pull my sweats down, and Kinsley carefully hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulled the thick band down over her hips. The movement revealed black cotton panties lined with lace—panties that wouldn’t look sexy on anyone but her.
And she was taking fucking forever to pull them down.
Slowly, slowly, slowly. It felt like an age before I saw the light flesh of the tops of her thighs, and it was only then, when her yoga pants were wrapped around her thighs, that she moved to the panties.
She did that even slower.
Over the curve of her ass.
“Keep it up,” I said gruffly, wrapping my hand around my throbbing cock. “And I’m going to turn you around and bend you over the back of the sofa.
Her head jerked and she looked back at me. “You wouldn’t!”
Sounded like a challenge.
I wasn’t one to pass one of those up.
I got up and grabbed her, wrapping my hand around her lower arm to shove her around to the sofa. She put up no fight thanks to the fact she’d fucked about so much taking her pants off, and it was easy for me to bend her over the sofa.
Then yank down the clothes that were in my way.
I removed them entirely, tugging them over her feet and throwing them to the side. She wriggled in front of me, something I wasn’t completely sure wasn’t deliberate, and the desire I felt for this woman flew through the roof.
I grabbed her ass so firmly it was almost a slap, and I climbed onto the sofa next to her, using one leg and my hand to keep her in place. My fingers slid easily between her legs to where her pussy was wet and ready, and she gasped when my finger made contact with her clit.
I toyed with it for a moment, enjoying the way she reacted so fervently to my touch. It was how I’d felt when she’d had her hand wrapped around my cock—like she could ask me to blow up the world and I would.
I kissed her neck as I moved my hand and positioned it to slip my finger inside her. I eased one finger inside her, testing it, and then used a second. She moaned and arched her back, angling her hips so I could fuck her easier with my fingers.
So I did.
I pumped my hand, pushing my fingers inside her, sliding through the wetness of her pussy as if it were nothing. Her breathing was so heavy she was almost gasping, and her muscles clenched around me again and again.
She reached down and wrapped her left hand around my cock, jerking her hand in response to my own movements.
Mother. Fucker.
Her hand around my cock felt so fucking good.
I gripped her neck and kissed her hard, pumping my fingers into her. Her moans vibrated across my lips, and my balls tightened as she stroked my cock quickly.
No.
I wasn’t going to come like this, and neither was she.
I slid my fingers out of her pussy and moved, making her release my cock. Moving so I was behind her, I took my cock in my right hand and palmed her ass with the other, maneuvering her into position so I could fuck her properly.
Kinsley dropped her forehead onto the back of the sofa, and I eased my cock into her wet pussy. She took it easily. She was more than ready for me, more than ready for me to fuck her into oblivion where nothing but she and I mattered.
My fingers curled into the skin at her hips and dug in deep, holding her hips in the position I needed them. She arched her back, perfecting the position, and I thrust into her, burying myself deep inside her with each jerk forward.
She cried out in pleasure, clenching her pussy around my dick. It was like a trigger switch, and all pretense of control flew
