I crumble. Right there and then on the spot, kissing her back with so much force I’m confident her lips are going to bruise.
I know there should be foreplay, and sweet and loving caresses. There should be layers rebuilt to reconnect but prolonging the inevitable seems like a waste at the moment, especially when Ash is grinding her pussy so hard my cock is wet from just the friction.
“Just because it’s happening fast, it still means everything.” I sink inside her heavenly heat without any warning and we both splinter. She definitely fucking missed me. Now’s not the time to get cocky, I know, but I’ve barely touched her, and she’s drenched.
“My baby, my girl, my virgin.” I strike my hips, fucking her right against the wall. Slipping in and sliding out so easily I forget about everything but the woman latched on to me. The woman moaning freely, sighing my name, and riding my cock.
I watch her face through a lust-filled haze as my shaft thickens, swells, and pulsates. She feels it all, every rising degree of the burning desire.
“Tell me you want to come. Tell me I’m the only man you want to make you come.” It’s a profession I have been starving to hear. I’ve been her one, now I want to be her only.
“I want to come.” Her head tips back, eyes closed, cheeks red. “I hate how much I want you to be the only man who makes me come.”
Her response makes me smile. “Baby, I promise, I’ll change all that.” I grind my pelvis against her clit over and over until she’s panting. Until she’s begging. Until those layers are rebuilt and we reconnect. Her pussy constricts, and my knees almost give out. The pressure is pulverizing.
“Fuck.” I slam my fist against the wall. She isn’t the only one ready to come. “Tell me you love me.” I thrust erratically, my entire lower half aching.
“Tell me first.” She bites my lip.
“I love you.” I don’t hesitate. “I’ll love you till the day I fucking die.” My balls draw up and my ears begin to ring. I’m seconds away.
“Eli,” she cries and whines as she comes.
It’s a complete body meltdown. I kiss her though her tremors—in total fucking bliss—as I crack. My orgasm is a ruthless, agonizing, tormenting, kind of pleasure.
It’s pure ecstasy, bottled at the source.
I can’t stand once the peak passes, my legs slowly giving way as I slide us down to the floor.
I won’t let go of Ash, though. No matter where we are. I’ll never let go.
I imprison her in my arms, questioning if I’ll ever set her free.
Mine.I cradle her against me, heart pounding, deprived of air. It’s the most sensational kind of suffering.
“I love you.” She exhales, and the cherry is dropped right on top of the ice cream sundae of our new beginning.
The beginning of Officer Eli Dexter Kirschner and his undercover virgin.