Fuck me.
I could feel her heat, see the flush on her cheeks, and it took every ounce of self-control not to flip her onto her back and push into her right then.
But Alana was in control, and I was more than willing to let her have her way. She positioned herself above me once more, her eyes locked onto mine.
My head fell back against the couch as she lowered herself onto me, taking me inch by inch.
Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she took me fully inside her. I could feel her tightening around me, her body adjusting to my size. She was so warm, so tight, that it took every ounce of my willpower not to thrust upwards into her.
She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. I gripped her thighs, my thumbs circling the soft skin, urging her on. Her hands rested on my chest, her fingers splayed out as she used me for leverage. Her breath hitched with each downward stroke, her body tensing around me.
I looked up at her, her eyes now open, gazing down at me with a mix of lust and determination. Her lips were parted slightly, her cheeks flushed with exertion and arousal. She looked like a fucking goddess taking what she wanted, using my body for her pleasure.
She could’ve gotten anything she wanted. My dick. My heart. My money. My fucking first born. I’d have even given her my soul if she’d asked me for it.
Her pace quickened, her hips moving faster, harder. I could feel the couch shifting beneath us with the force of her movements. My own breath was ragged, my heart pounding in my chest as I met her thrusts with my own.
Her breasts bounced beneath her shirt, and I reached up, slipping my hands under the fabric to cup them, to feel her hardened nipples against my palms. She moaned, leaning into my touch, her rhythm barely faltering. I pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them between my fingers, drawing out another gasp from her.
“Eden,” she whispered, her voice breathy and desperate. I could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling tighter with each thrust. She was close, so close. I could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way her body gripped mine.
I thrust upwards harder, meeting her movements with my own urgency. The room filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths, our moans, the slap of skin against skin. It was fucking perfect.
Alana’s body began to shudder, her thrusts becoming erratic as she chased her release. I gripped her hips tighter, guiding her movements, helping her find that edge and push over it. Her nails dug into my chest, her head thrown back.
Her body convulsed as she came, a cry tearing from her lips, raw and uninhibited. I could feel her pulsing around me, her pussy gripping me tightly as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
I held her steady, my own body tense and ready, but I wasn’t about to let go until she had ridden out every last wave of her orgasm.
Her movements slowed, her body trembling with the aftershocks.
She looked down at me, her eyes glazed and sated, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Your turn,” she murmured, her voice hoarse from her cries.
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I flipped her onto her back, the couch cushions sighing with the sudden shift in weight.
I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, deepening my angle, and began to move.
I set a punishing pace, my hips driving into her with a force that had her gasping and clinging to me.
Her hands grasped at my back, her nails digging in as she urged me on. I could feel my own release building, the tension in my body coiling tighter with each thrust.
Alana’s breath hitched again.
Her body arching to meet mine as I drove into her, each thrust eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Her eyes were locked onto mine, filled with a mix of satisfaction and renewed desire. She bit her lip as she tried to suppress the cries that threatened to escape.
“Don’t hold back,” I growled, my voice low and commanding. “Let me hear you, Alana.”
Her lips parted, a mix of different sounds filled the room—my name mixed with pleas and curses, each one driving me closer to the edge. I could feel her body responding again, her hips lifting to meet each of my thrusts with a force that matched my own.
I leaned down and crushed my mouth to hers. Her tongue met mine without hesitation, the kiss turning wild as our bodies moved in the same hungry rhythm.
My hand slipped between us, finding that sensitive spot that made her cry out into my mouth. I circled it gently at first, then with more pressure as she bucked against me.
Her body tensed again, the walls of her pussy gripping me like a vice as she came for the second time. This time, I let myself go with her.
My body shook with release, every muscle taut as I poured myself into the condom.
I collapsed onto her, my body slick with sweat, my heart pounding against hers.