“What?” she asks self-consciously.
I shake my head and lean down to kiss her neck. “Nothing,” I murmur against her skin. “I just can’t believe you’re here.”
She lets out a little moan, and my dick gets even harder. She’s still wearing that modest purple dress, and it’s one layer too many covering up what I’ve only had the opportunity to dream about so far. I reach down and run my fingertips up her hamstring until I feel that sweet fold under the curve of her ass cheek. I stop there and she shivers when I cup a gorgeous handful. She moans softly again. I run my fingers from one cheek to the other and then down as I squeeze the perfect flesh I find. I dwell in the realization that immediately hits me as my hand moves across her smooth skin.
Oh my fucking hell.
I groan and my balls ache as I pull my lips from her neck and gaze at her in the reflection of the glass. “You’re not wearing panties,” I whisper.
Her eyes gleam and her mouth tips up in a smile as she shakes her head.
“Do you ever wear panties?”
She shakes her head. “Not when I’m wearing a dress, unless it’s windy. I hate panty lines, and I hate thongs, so I just—”
“Shut up, cupcake,” I say. I reach under her dress and run both hands up her thighs, pulling her tightly against me as I thrust my jean-clad hips against her ass. She groans as my erection meets her body. She’s adorable with the nervous babbling, but right now I need to fuck. We’ll have plenty of time to talk—the rest of our lives seems like a good amount, actually.
My fingers trail upward as my lips return to her neck. I feel the smooth skin of her cunt, and she lets out another sweet moan. While one hand pets the soft skin there, the other trails up and palms one of her breasts. She’s wearing some kind of lacy bra, those luscious tits I’ve dreamed about spilling out of it. I massage it before slipping my fingers under the material to feel her nipple. I need to taste it, to feel the hard bud against my tongue. Patience has never been one of my virtues.
A grunt escapes her as I pinch her nipple, and that grunt turns into a groan of pleasure as one of my fingers presses inside of her. My finger glides easily through her, so I add a second finger. “Mm, you’re so wet.”
She only grunts in reply.
I’ve longed to see her naked flesh from the first second she stormed into the conference room, and I can’t take the anticipation any longer. I yank my fingers from her body.
Her eyes dart up to meet mine in the glass reflection and I see every bit of desire she has for me. I get the sudden feeling that while she tries to project a modest demeanor, she’ll be every bit as dirty as I ask her to be when it’s just the two of us.
The thought makes me fall a little more in love with her.
I reach down to pull her dress over her head, and then I unhook the black lace bra she’s wearing. I slide it down her arms and toss it on the floor somewhere near where her dress landed.
I thrust my hips into her ass again, and she moans as she presses two palms against the glass. I want to back away. I want to see her body—this body I’ve dreamed of so many times, this body I’ve thought about in so many different ways—but right now, I can’t seem to step away from her long enough to allow myself to look. Instead, I stare at her reflection in the glass as we both overlook the darkness and glowing lights of New York at night.
I lean down to whisper in her ear, “Press those gorgeous tits against the glass.”
Her eyes move to mine again, and this time they’re full of trust. She does as I ask, and I watch as her lush breasts spread out against my window. Tomorrow when I’m sitting on my couch, I’ll remember this moment. I’ll spot two round globes on the glass surface, and I’ll remember exactly how it felt to see Sylvie’s naked body in my apartment seconds before I fucked her for the first time.
I push my painful erection against her ass again, and she moans.
“It’s cold,” she whispers.
I reach around and shove a finger into her again. “And this is so, so warm,” I whisper in her ear.
“Fuck me, Carson.”
I finally let go of her and reach down to unbuckle my belt. I unbutton my jeans and unzip the fly before I pull my dick out into my hand. I don’t know if it’s ever been this hard. I could say it’s because I haven’t had sex in weeks, but that’s not the reason why. I jerked off just last night.
It’s Sylvie. She does things to me—makes me feel things, makes my body react in ways no other woman ever has.
I stroke myself a few times as she watches in the glass, a voyeur in my own home.
It feels so good, my hand on my cock as I watch her watching me, this woman who has been at the center of every waking thought and fantasy since the day I met her. I’m surrounded by her—the soft feel of her gorgeous skin, her fresh scent of fruit mixed with lust, the taste of her lips, the sound of her moans.
I want her tits in my mouth, my tongue lapping at her nipple, my dick pushing into her body.
“Want a hand with that?” she asks, and then she steps away from the glass and toward me, her eyes focused on my hand as I continue to stroke myself.
My eyes feast on her naked form in front of me.
She’s even more perfect than I ever imagined—more perfect than any woman on the face of the earth. Two sumptuous globes stare back at me, and I might’ve pictured her tits a million times beneath her professional clothes, but I never could’ve gotten it right. I want to press my face between them and luxuriate there forever. She has perfect curves—sweet and soft, like her, while still delicate and limber.
I kick off my shoes and get rid of my jeans and boxers. She pulls my shirt over my head like she can’t do it fast enough, and the two of us stand completely naked in my living room. We stare at each other for a beat, and then she attacks.
She races toward me and throws her arms around my neck and links her legs around my waist. Her mouth crashes to mine, and we kiss like the world’s on fire.
Her tongue batters mine as I run my hands along the backs of her thighs before settling to a rest on her ass. I slide my pinky along her crack, and she squirms. That’ll be mine someday, too, but tonight, we’ll start more traditionally.
She breaks from our kiss with her squirm and our eyes lock, hers reflecting the same level of need I feel. I bend my neck down to finally catch one of her nipples in my mouth then she drops her legs with a moan and slides down my front side as I let go of her nipple with a little bite. Her face is serious and her eyes are heated. I lean forward to kiss her again, and then I pull her up into my arms and carry her to my bedroom.
I throw her onto my bed, and she giggles as I jump onto the bed over her. I sit up on my knees, our bodies close enough to fuck, and I stare down at us. She’s waxed bare and I look like a goddamn beast from this angle against her delicate body.
I ache with need, and it only worsens as she glances down at us, too. Then she takes my dick in her fist. She pumps up and down with a tender pressure, and I feel like I’m about to lose my battle against early ejaculation. I lean over her and kiss her gently. Somehow, despite the need I feel to press myself into her warmth, the urge to kiss her comes first. I need her to know this isn’t just about a quick fuck. This is so much more to me.
She lets go of me and I push my dick against her clit. She cries out with some sound halfway between pleasure and pain. I jerk myself off against her clit, her cries getting louder with each pump of my fist. I can’t take it anymore. I dip myself inside of her, and her insides immediately clamp tightly onto me.
She’s velvet. She’s soft and tight and sweet and everything I could have possibly imagined. She’s perfect and glowing and gorgeous.
I start to move, thrusting my hips against her before rolling them back. Her moans turn to grunts as I move faster, her sounds matching mine as she claws at my back, pulling me closer to her. I wrap one arm around her because I need her closer, too, and I balance my entire weight on my other arm. It’s an intense workout, the pleasure worth every bit of exertion.
I thrust and push as she grips and moans. I can’t help it. I drive forward quickly and furiously, as if my life depends on fucking her as hard and fast as I can. Together we create something perfect, something better than ever before, something only the two of us will ever share.
Her body tenses beneath me, a tightly coiled spring about to break. She lets out a scream of pleasure before she lets go, and her sounds along with the sight of her beautiful face and the feel of her body come together to push me into oblivion.
I come and come inside her, my body quaking as we both cry out in the pleasure of our shared release—a release too long in the making. I’d been used to getting what I wanted wherever and whenever I wanted it, but Sylvie changed all that. I had to wait for her, and she was absolutely worth every agonizing second.
When my body starts to calm, I collapse heavily on top of her, still buried in her warmth, never wanting to let go, never wanting to disconnect, never wanting to be apart from her ever again.