I don’t think about what I’m doing. Not as Chelle presses her body against mine in the car, my hands gliding over her perfect fucking breasts. She gasps and keens with that little contact, and I’m hard at the sound. I don’t think as we get out and go up the stairs to my condo, me following close behind her and watching her ass in those yoga pants. Whoever invented those sons of bitches is a hero to mankind.

I don’t think when I fumble the door to my place open, but I do think about keeping the light off. The lights from the street shine in through the windows, but other than that I want her here, like this, the place dark around us.

Chelle gasps as I pick her up, and her legs wrap around me tight when I lay her on the couch. She looks up at me, lips parted. I kiss her again, listening to her moan when my tongue thrusts inside her mouth.

“I want you like this,” I tell her, sliding my hand up under her shirt. “In the dark, begging for me.” She keens as I circle her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Her red hair spills across the sofa cushion as she arches her back. Fuck me, it’s taking everything I have not to come right now.

She sits up enough to help me pull off her shirt, and I start unhooking her bra while I kiss her. She tastes phenomenal, like red wine and strawberry lip gloss. The bra slips off her shoulders, revealing her breasts. Her nipples are hard and perfect as I flick my tongue across the peak, taking her breast into my mouth. Groaning, she then straddles me, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist. My erection presses up against her, begging for release. Christ, she starts moving her hips. She bucks against me.

Fuck, I need this woman now.

“Hold on,” I whisper while she fumbles with my coat. I slip it off, and her hands get to work on the buttons of my shirt. Her lips are parted with need—she’s flushed and begging for my cock. “It’ll be worth the wait,” I growl, easing her to lie back on the sofa.

In one swift motion, I slide off her pants. She lies there, wearing only her panties, and it takes all my self control not to rip them off as well. I kneel above her, fish a condom out of my pocket, and tear the foil. Chelle laughs, sounding breathless.

“You came prepared,” she says, sounding admiring.

“Boy Scout days,” I tell her as she unbuckles my belt, unzips my pants. I mean, we didn’t earn merit badges like this. While she frees my cock and begins stroking, her hot little hand running up and down my shaft, I put my hand between her legs. Fuck, her panties are damp. She’s ready for this, wants this.

Chelle gasps as I yank them down, trail my fingers up the length of her naked thigh. Then I circle her swollen clit, loving the way that she calls my name and trembles under my hand. She lifts her hips, whimpering to get me to go deeper. I take it slow, teasing her as she writhes against me.

“Please,” she whispers. “Will, fuck me.”

“When I’m ready,” I say, edging one finger deep inside of her pussy. Then, for good measure, I add a second. Moaning with pleasure, Chelle starts riding my fingers, thrusting against them. Goddamn, she’s so wet and tight. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, her motions urging me on to take her all the way. Before I give in, I press my thumb against her clit, harder and harder as she throws her head back and cries out.

“God, I’m going to come. Oh, fuck,” she moans, grinding harder against me. Jesus, I think I’m about to lose my fucking mind as her pussy tightens on my fingers.

I pull my hand away as Chelle sits up, knees to her chest. She looks up at me with eyes that are pleading and pleased; she knows I want this as badly as she does, maybe even more.

“You come when I’m inside of you, riding you hard,” I tell her, finally removing the condom. Chelle reaches up and takes it in her hand, circling my cock. Fuck yes, she strokes all the way to the base and squeezes me before dragging back up. I groan low in my throat as she continues, leaning forward to put her lips on the very tip of my dick. God, I could come right now, but I know her pussy will be better than anything. I have to be inside of her.

Chelle sits up higher on her knees, still working her hand up and down my cock. I press her against me, lining my body up with hers as I kiss her again.

“I need you inside me now,” she whispers against my mouth. The condom in her hand, she rolls it deftly down and over my shaft, then straddles me again. My cock rubs against her opening. She reaches down and guides it in a hot, teasing line along the seam of her cunt. Moaning, she almost edges it inside of her. Almost. But that’s my job.

I take her by surprise, laying her back down on the couch. I begin to sink inside of her while she gasps, but then I take it back out halfway. Grinning, listening to her whimper, I begin my process all over again. I drag my cock up and down her pussy, lingering on her clit. At the moment before entering her, I stop again. She bucks against me, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Beg me,” I tell her, my teeth gritted and my arms shaking. It’s all I can do not to allow myself to take this woman as hard and as long as I can. I want to know how much she wants it, that she wants it so much she can’t stand to be without my cock deep inside of her.

Chelle responds by biting down on my shoulder, just enough so that my nerves explode in pleasure. Grunting, I pull her close against me and pull her hair away, kissing the back of her neck and all the way down her shoulder. Her skin is electric against mine, and she’s gasping as I slide myself on top of her, as my cock is so hard and so ready that I can’t stand it anymore.

“Please,” she whispers in my ear, her arms wrapped around my neck. “Please fuck me. Make me come.”

Then her mouth presses against mine, and as she kisses me I drag the head of my cock down around her clit one last time. Then, slowly, I sink into her, listening to her moan as my cock claims her utterly. Christ, I’ve never known a woman this tight before. She thrusts against me, panting with need as I slide in to the hilt, until I can’t go any deeper if I wanted. When we’re joined like that, I groan.

Fuck, it hasn’t felt this good in a while. It may never have been this good before.

Slowly, I pull back and savor the sensation of her pussy tightening, trying to hold on. Then I thrust again, and again, loving how she cries my name as her hips match my rhythm. I wanted to start even slower, to make her ache for it and beg me, but I can’t control myself. I thrust harder, and deeper, and faster, listening to the perfect timing of our gasps. She fists my hair and buries her face against my neck, crying out as I drive into her. She says my name over and over, like a prayer and a release at once. I press myself close against her, feel her tits as they bounce with the rhythm. My balls tighten, and my vision starts fracturing. I’m right on the edge, but I want to listen to her moan my name when she comes. I want to see how much I can make her scream.

I pull her knees up so that they’re against her chest. Chelle cries out as I start pounding inside of her, I slip a hand between our joined bodies and circle her throbbing clit one last time. At my touch, her entire body convulses and she throws her head back.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she whimpers.

Yes. That’s right. I keep teasing her, circling her clit as I pound harder and faster. I want her to know I’ve been here. I want her to remember. As she calls my name again, begging me to release her, I feel the pressure building in my own body. Her cunt clamps down tight on my dick and I know I’m lost.

Chelle shudders and screams—actually screams—as the orgasm hits her. Her eyes are shut tight, her mouth wide open as she’s pushed over the edge. That’s all the incentive I need, and then my cock jerks as I come inside of her.

“Fuck,” I growl, losing myself in her calling my name and the hot slap of our bodies coming together. Then I let myself lie on top of her a minute as the orgasm spins itself out and the world’s pieces reunite themselves. Chelle kisses my chest, my neck, my jaw, still whimpering. Her eyes flutter closed, and she gives a soft sigh of relief.

“So. Good meeting?” I say, still trying to catch my breath. She giggles and screws her face up at me playfully.

“You get a gold star,” she says, kissing me as I slide out of her. As I lie back on the couch, and she lines her body up against mine, I think about how important it is to stay in school. An education really sets you free.