Fuck me.
Fuck.
I wantherto fuck me.
Gripping the layers of her skirt fabric, I lift it up her legs, and then I’m surprised when I feel her fingers at my belt. She unbuckles, unzips, and shoves my jeans down as far as she can. She frees me, her fingers curling around my length as I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting her there.
Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her thighs, hitching them up and around my hips as I move forward, pressing her back against the bathroom door. Breaking the kiss, I nibble on her bottom lip before I rest my forehead against hers.
I’m so fucking hard and ready. Her hand is doing goddamn magic to my cock right now. I grunt, shifting my hips forward into her hand. My breathing is coming out in rough, ragged pants.
Slipping my hand from her thigh, I continue to press her against the door, using my hip and my torso to keep her there. Finding her center, I glide my fingers through her folds, groaning at the wetness I find there.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Please?” I ask. “What do you want, little Lainey-Rose?”
She shivers but doesn’t answer me. I don’t really have the time to wait her out, but I am enjoying the feel of her soft, wet cunt against my fingers. She lifts her hips slightly, though she can’t move that much.
I tease her. She whimpers, and I can feel her breath wash over my face as she lets out a trembling exhale. She’s on the edge, but I know that as lightly as I’m touching her right now—my fingers gently feathering over her warm center, her clit, then back again—she’s not going to come this way.
“I want you inside me, Gunnar. I always want you inside me.”
That’s all I needed to hear. That lights a fucking fire inside me and snaps my control, what little of it I have left.
“Guide me home,” I murmur.
She knows what I want as she aligns the head of my cock with her center, then lifts her hand between us, wrapping her fingers around the side of my throat as I sink inside her. Burying myself to the hilt, I bite back the groan.
She feels amazing—she feels like mine.
Lainey digs her nails into the back of my neck, no doubt leaving marks, and not for the first time, I wish I hadn’t cut my hair. What I wouldn’t give to have her fingers tugging on the strands of my hair right now.
The fabric of her dress being bunched up around us makes it impossible to feel any part of her body pressed against mine, and I smirk at the thought. Call it immature or whatever you want, but fucking her in this dress, with her husband in the next room, is hot as shit.
Even if he’s not quite her husband yet, and he never will be.
My hips begin to move as I shift my head back slightly, my gaze connecting to hers. Lainey’s fingers grip my neck even tighter, and I hiss at the amazing bite of pain that slides through my skin and down my spine.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
I know she is. She doesn’t need to tell me that; I can feel it, all of it, as I continue to move inside her. I feel her pussy flutter around me, attempting to draw me in and keep me there, but I’m not ready yet, and neither is she.
Touching my lips to her cheek, I brush them across her skin and then suck on her earlobe before my teeth tug on the sweet flesh there, my hips slamming into her, my pelvis grinding against her clit, and then it happens.
Her pussy doesn’t just flutter. It clamps down, and her nails dig into my skin even harder, no doubt drawing blood, which I fully welcome. My hips move harder and faster, the back of her head bouncing against the door once, twice, three times until I bury myself deep inside her and still.
She drains my cock, her pussy milking every fucking ounce from my balls. I lift my head, my gaze flicking to her face, and I can’t help the sensation of pride that fills my chest and squares my shoulders. Her eyes are closed, a small smile plays on her lips, and she pants from exertion.
This woman is well and truly fucked, and I am the one who did it to her. That fills me with a sense of pride like no fucking other. I touch my mouth to hers, but don’t linger.
We need to get fucking moving.
I need to get her out of here without a fight. The fight will come later, but for now, I need to ensure her safety. I hadn’t really planned on this happening… yet. When I start to take a step backward, her legs wrap tighter around me, keeping me where I am, buried deep… where I want to stay—forever.
“Please don’t leave me, Gunnar,” she murmurs.
My lips curve up into a small smile as she opens her eyes and looks directly into mine. I could try to play it cool, but we’re past that point. At least I am. There is no more cool, not when it comes to Lainey and the way I feel about her, not when I almost let her go forever.