The Hardest Fall(93)

I started fucking her with the rest of our clothes on, and every moan, every hitch of her breath pushed me to a level where I knew neither one of us would be satisfied with just what we were doing. I groaned quietly over her little moans. It felt so good to finally be able to touch her like this, to feel her like this. When I was a little rough with her breasts and started rolling her nipple between my fingers while I sucked the other one as hard and deep as I could, she gasped and grabbed my head.

I pressed my length harder against her as I moved with deliberate forward motions. Every rock of our hips pushed her a little higher on the bed.

“That feels so good,” she gasped when I was busy kissing her neck and heading for her breasts again. One of her feet was on the bed and she was pushing herself up in time with my forward thrusts as she arched her back.

“Yeah? You’re gonna make me come in my pants,” I groaned, feeling drunk on her. “I don’t remember the last time I did that.” I still had my slacks on over my briefs since I’d fallen asleep as soon as I hit the bed, and all she had on was thin pajama bottoms. She could feel every single inch of me dragging against her pussy. Just in case she needed more, I let go of her breast, her nipple for the first time since I’d gotten her half-naked and pushed my hand under her ass, inside her PJs and panties, pulling her more firmly against me and my dick.

“Jesus,” she groaned, wrapping one of her legs around mine.

Her head was thrown back, and I watched breathlessly as she climbed to her orgasm right in front of my eyes. I picked up my speed.

“Dylan,” she cried in seconds. “Dylan, I’m so close.”

My name on her lips dragged me to an edge. “Come on, baby,” I murmured into her throat as I left small kisses on her hot skin.

Her legs opened wider under me and I squeezed her butt cheek harder.

“Tell me what you need, Zoe.”

“Just you. I just want you.”

“I know, Flash. I know. Tell me what you need so I can make you come.” Breathing in her sweet fruity scent, I licked a trail on her neck over her bruises and sucked her skin, making sure it wasn’t where it would hurt her. She groaned, the sound so low and rough.

“No. No. Stop,” she said suddenly, surprising the shit out of me.

“What?” Dazed, I straightened up, putting a few inches between our chests. I stopped moving against her but didn’t have enough strength to separate us completely. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

Next thing I knew, her hands were on the waist of her PJs and she was trying to wriggle out of them altogether.

Pulling back a little, I asked, “What are you doing?”

“I want to come when you’re inside me, Dylan, and I think I might actually die if you’re not in me within the next minute or so. No, I’m not being dramatic at all, so come on—lose the pants, get naked.”

The last thing I was expecting to do at that moment was laugh, but I did just that.

Zoe managed to wiggle herself halfway out of her PJs but was having trouble untangling her legs because I was still hovering over her. I helped her pull them the rest of the way off and had to steady myself after for a second or two. I ran my hand all the way up to her thighs then down to her ankle. I loved her legs. I’d spent weeks watching those smooth legs and imagining them wrapped around me as I fucked her and she begged me for more.

“I don’t think you can do what I want you to do with those pants on, Dylan,” she murmured when I just stood on my knees like an idiot and moved my hands all over her. I reached for the hand she was busy clutching the sheets with.

“Just a minute,” I murmured then wound her legs around my waist and settled between her naked legs, my shaft pressing and pressing right over her clit. I just wanted to feel her heat. “Get me naked then.”

“Shit,” she mumbled, her hands moving over my chest and curling around my shoulders. Then they traveled lower as I leaned over her, kissing and sucking her parted lips. Her legs dropped from around me.

I lifted my hips enough so she could lower my pants without trouble then I looked down between us to see the head of my dick make an appearance. If she touched me, she’d feel I was already leaking pre-cum. She pushed a little up and lowered my pants a few inches more, freeing my entire length. It bobbed between us, the tip touching her stomach.

“Now that you took it out, what are you planning on doing?” I asked in a rough voice. I rested my forearms on either side of her face and looked down at her. I could just imagine her biting her lip and looking unsure.

Instead of hearing words, I felt her fingers wrap around my hard, swollen length, nothing unsure about her touch at all. I twitched in her hand and felt her thumb brush the wetness down and around me. My heart hammering in my chest, I moved my hand lower, slid it all the way down, dragging my palm against every inch until I felt her wetness on my fingers, and that was it for me. I was gone.

“Condom,” I said, my mind working just enough to remember that we needed condoms—lots of them. “Condoms. I don’t have condoms, Zoe.”

Her hand stopped moving on me, but she didn’t pull it away.

“What?”

I slammed my hand on the bed and dropped my face on her neck. I licked and bit her earlobe before I spoke because I couldn’t quite stop myself. “I don’t have any condoms.”