I buried my cock into her. My thighs pressed against the back of hers. I kept myself there for a minute, knowing she was aching for me to keep going. Her pussy pulsed around me.
"Don't stop," she pleaded in a husky voice.
I obeyed her command. I craned her neck back farther and fucked her hard and fast. She bucked against me when she came. Her thighs quivered and shook as muscle spasms ripped through her. She turned to putty in my hands. I released her hair, and she fell forward and twisted sideways so she could look at me over her shoulder. I was still moving slowly inside her.
I pulled out of her and stroked my cock. She rolled over and tried to catch her breath. "We're going to be late for work," she said. "Come on, fuck me until you come."
"I don't care if we're late," I said.
She closed her eyes and smiled. Her hand fell between her legs, and she began rubbing herself in slow circles. "In that case, get your ass over here. I want your cock, Steven."
I watched her fingers move over her swollen pussy. She was bright pink, and her clit was bigger than I had ever seen it. She was so turned on. I stepped up to the edge of the bed and grabbed her beneath her knees. I tugged her to the edge of the bed. She giggled as I rolled her onto her side.
She looked so hot when she was like that. Her hips were full, and her waist was small, giving her curves that made my head spin. She was looking up at me with heavy eyes and pouty lips. Her knees were pinched together as she lay on her side waiting for me. Her pussy would be so tight like this. I couldn't bear to wait.
So I pressed the tip of my cock on her. I teased her a bit, sliding up and down the length of her slit. She grew instantly wetter.
"Fuck me," she pleaded, her eyes still fixed on me.
"You want it?" I asked, slipping the tip of my cock into her.
She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
"I can't hear you," I said, pulling out. Teasing her was excruciating. All I wanted was to be balls deep in her sweet, tight pussy.
"I want it," she said firmly.
I slid my tip in. I waited a heartbeat before pushing in the rest of the way. She moaned softly. I thrust upward. She let her head fall back. This was a position I hadn't tried with her before.
I put my right hand on her hip and used my left to hold her knees down so she couldn't move away from me with every thrust I gave her. She gasped when I got deeper than before. Her hand grasped my right wrist. Her nails pinched my skin.
The way she was looking at me was doing all kinds of things to me. I could feel my cock swelling. I was going to blow any second. She knew it too; her lips were curling into a seductive smile. Her eyes fell closed, and she tilted her chin back. A little moan escaped her, and she tightened her grip on my wrist.
I fucked her, deep and fast. Her cry gave voice to my orgasm as I filled her up. She hung her head and gripped the sheets as I pulled out of her. Then I gave her ass a nice little slap. She flinched and giggled before rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, and I watched her until she propped herself up on her elbows.
"That was-I have no words," she said between heavy breaths.
"Good," I said, crawling on top of her and planting a kiss on her lips. "That's what I was going for."
"It's going to be hard to get any work done today." She giggled as I slid off of her and padded into the bathroom to shower. She followed me, pausing to stretch in the doorframe of the bathroom. Her fingers clutched the top of the frame, and she let out a soft little moan of pleasure from the stretch.
I admired the curve of her waist and the line in the middle of her stomach leading to her navel. Her breasts were perky and full. Her pussy was bare save for a small triangle of short dark hair that pointed to her slit. Her legs were muscular, and her ankles were thin. Her toes were painted red.
"You're going to be the death of me," I said to her as she released the doorframe and joined me outside the shower. I turned on the hot water.
"Don't be so dramatic," she whispered, putting her finger to my lips. "You have no idea how good things are going to get from here on out."
"I think I have a bit of an idea." I smiled.
"We'll see," she said, tugging open the shower door and stepping under the water. She slicked her hair back. Water trickled over her eyebrows and down her face. Some drops clung to her long dark lashes. I watched it trail down her breasts and over her nipples.
I joined her in the shower and closed the door behind us.
Her eyes were closed as she held her face under the water and ran her fingers through her hair. I kissed her, pushing her lips apart with my tongue. I explored the inside of her mouth.
Soon her arms were draped over my shoulders, and I was pushing her back a step so that her shoulder blades were pressed up against the glass shower wall. I slipped a knee between her legs.
Then I began stroking her pussy. She smiled into our kiss.
"We have to get ready for work," she whispered. "James will throw a fit if I'm not there before his morning meeting. Steven," her voice had started off firm but trailed off when she whispered my name. She wanted this as much as I did.
"Fuck James. Let's just enjoy it right now, alright? I still want more of you. I always want more of you."
She spread her legs further apart for me. I slid a finger inside her.
She blinked water out of her eyes and sighed happily as I fucked her with my fingers. The water was hot on my shoulders. The steam fogged the glass around us.
Allie turned around and lifted her ass in the air for me. She looked back at me over her shoulders. "If you want more, take it," she said.
So I did.
Chapter 32
Allie
I had been extremely lucky to walk into work late that morning to discover that James himself hadn't yet arrived. There was a message on my desk that he wouldn't be in that day due to a personal family emergency. I assumed he and his wife were meeting with their lawyers to sign the divorce papers. She was probably the happiest woman alive at this very moment, knowing she was about to be free of him forever.
So I took advantage of his absence and called Melissa. I asked her to join me for lunch, and she happily agreed. I hadn't told her how everything with Steven had taken a turn for the better, and I was eager to sit down with her to share some good news for once. She had been my rock when things got tough, and I wanted her to know that I was finally happy. Things were looking up.
She agreed to meet me at a fun, swanky bar down the street from my office. At one in the afternoon, I arrived and found us a table by the window. Then I waited for her to get there.
It didn't take very long. She showed up in a rush, dropping her purse and briefcase on the floor beside her chair and shrugging out of her ankle-length black winter coat. She sighed like she was decompressing, and then smiled at me. I stood up and gave her a hug, and then we both took our seats.
"You look great," I told her.
"You too little sister. There's a glow about you. What's that about?" Melissa asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
I grinned. She had seen right through me. "Well, I have some things to tell you. It's a long story. A lot has happened since I saw you last."
"Saw me? You could see me through all those tears and over that bucket of ice cream?"
"Hey, now," I scolded. "No need to remind me of how bad it was. I remember quite well."
We were interrupted by the server and took a minute to place our orders. Once that was taken care of Melissa rested her chin on her knuckles and leaned in close. "Tell me everything. What's happened?"
I couldn't stop the smile that stretched my cheeks. I was smiling so big that it hurt. I was blushing.
"Oh, my God, Allie," Melissa said, a smile of her own breaking across her face. "Seriously. Tell me. I can't handle the anticipation."
"Okay," I said, still grinning like an idiot. "Steven and I are official."
"Official? Like, in a relationship official? Are you kidding?"
"Nope, not kidding. He asked me last night. We've never been better. He gets why I didn't tell him about Andrew and the whole near pregnancy thing. And he said that as long as I never keep a big secret from him again, he wants to be with me. Not friends with benefits be with me, but like, be with me." Those damn happy tears were resurfacing in my eyes.
Melissa let out a delighted squeal. She popped up out of her chair and rushed to my side, where she squeezed me in a big hug. When she went back to her seat, she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt with excitement. "I'm so happy for you, Allie. Oh, my goodness. You've wanted this for so long. You both deserve this."