Slow and Steady

Her palm squeezes firmer, thumb swiping over the damp spot blooming on my boxers. I buck up once into her hand, denim barrier grinding hot against her core. Rain hammers the window in sheets, blurring the streetlights outside into hazy streaks.

I release her nipple with a wet pop. My teeth graze the underside, drawing a sharp inhale from her. Fingers dig into her hips, urging another roll. She complies, microskirt riding high now, black thong peeking where thighs meet. "Steady how?" I murmur against her skin, voice gravel from the suction.

She pauses, hand stilling on my cock. Ponytail drapes over one shoulder as she straightens, green eyes searching mine in the lamp's warm spill. Freckles shift with her swallow. "Before, at work. You blended in. Ducked heads in meetings." Her fingers trace my collarbone, nails light. "Now. Eyes don't drop. Like you own the room."

Heat flares in my gut at that. Not the app this time. Just me. I flip us smooth, her back hitting the mattress with a soft whoosh of sheets. She gasps, legs parting instinctive, heels hooking my thighs to pull me down. Mattress dips under our weight. I shove her skirt higher, bunching it at her waist, thumbs hooking the thong strings.

"Rip it off." Her voice turns command edged with plea, hips lifting to help.

String snaps easy under my tug. Fabric peels away slick, exposing her. Bare lips glisten, trimmed dark patch above, clit peeking swollen. Scent hits me clean and musky, thighs trembling as air cools her wetness. I slide two fingers along her slit, parting slow. She bucks, coating me.

Thunder rumbles low, vibrating the bedframe. Her hands claw my shoulders, nails biting skin. "Inside. Now."

"Not yet." I circle her entrance, dipping just the tips, feeling her clench greedy. Free hand pins her wrist above her head, mattress bunching under her squirm. She arches, breasts jiggling slight with the motion, nipples flushed darker from my mouth.

"Please." The word cracks out, green eyes wide now, pupils blown. Rain drowns her moan when I thrust fingers deep, curling to stroke that ridge inside. Her walls grip velvet tight, juices slicking my knuckles. Hips piston up frantic, chasing the rhythm.

I pump steady, thumb finding her clit in firm circles. Her free hand fists the sheets, knuckles white. Bedroom air thickens with her gasps and the wet sounds building between us. "You own nothing," I say low, leaning to nip her earlobe. "Until I say."

She shudders hard, thighs clamping my arm. Orgasm hits her sudden, body bowing off the bed, a whine ripping from her throat. Walls pulse around my fingers, flooding hot. I slow the strokes, drawing it out until she slumps panting, chest heaving.

Lightning cracks outside, illuminating her sweat-slick skin for a flash. She tugs my boxers down urgent, cock springing free heavy against her thigh. Pre-cum smears her skin. Her hand wraps base firm, guiding the tip to her entrance.

"Fuck me."