She tried to push my kutte off my shoulders, so I shrugged it off and tossed it somewhere. I pulled her top up off her torso, over her head, and threw it to the side, too.
I stripped my T-shirt over my head; she stripped off her bra. Then we crashed into one another again, skin to skin, her breasts smashed against my ribs, giving way to my hard chest. Our mouths adhered again, our tongues lashing and pushing and swirling and sucking.
I swung us around and caged her in against the wall, pushing my thigh between her legs. She caught on right away, hooking her arms around my back with her fingers grasping on to the tops of my shoulders, while she rode my leg and moaned into our joined mouths. Our breaths were starting to come short as we shared oxygen, and our teeth clashed. One of us gasped a single laugh, and then we couldn’t stop, we were both starving for more.
I’d about run out of patience. I needed to feel her wetness, smell her pussy, taste her juices. I needed to embed myself in her, mark her, take her, and know she was mine. I needed her to know it, to want it, to accept it, to love it.
I slid my hand down past the top of her jeans, under her panties to the wet heat hidden inside. She hooked one leg around my hip, giving me better access, and brought one hand down to squeeze my thick cock through my jeans.
“Fuck. Get these off.” I didn’t know if she meant my jeans or hers, so I made the executive decision that hers had to go first. I undid her button and slid down the zipper, then grabbed the waist at each side and stripped them off her, along with her panties, crouching down as I went. She held on to my shoulders for balance, stepped out of each leg, and urged me back up.
Then it was her turn; she fumbled with my belt, ripped open the button fly, and pushed my jeans down my hips. I aided the effort, getting rid of the pants with my boxer briefs at the same time, and finally we were both free of encumbrance.
My cock stood tall and strong at full attention, and she palmed it with both hands, spreading the drops of precum around its bulbous head with her thumb as her other hand gripped me firmly at the base and squeezed her way up the shaft. I groaned and returned my hand to her soaking lips, spreading her juices up around her clit, down to her hole and back, and using the pressure of my palm for her to buck against.
I had my mouth on the side of her neck, pulling the soft skin in wet suction, tonguing her throbbing pulse. I worked my way down to her chest, finally pulling one hardened nipple in between my lips, giving it a sharp bite before sucking hard and rolling my tongue around it. She moaned and leaned her elbow on my solid shoulder, unable to focus enough to support her own weight.
I released her nipple and removed myself for a moment, but she was so unstable I had to give her a moment with my hands on her hips before she clicked in that she needed to support herself again. I found my jeans, dug out the foil packet, and ripped it open with my mouth. She grabbed the condom and deftly held the tip and rolled it over my length with firm pressure. I both loved and hated the condom in that moment. Finally, I moved both my hands to her gorgeous generous ass and lifted her into position at the tip of my ready cock. Her legs wrapped around my hips and down the backs of my own. Our eyes caught and held as I pushed my way into her hot center—she was so tight, it wasn’t an easy thrust. I knew I was bigger than most, thick and long and with that big head. She needed a minute to adjust, to embrace me fully. Her breath was coming in shallow gasps, and she wiggled her hips a little, trying to force her body to get with the program faster.
“You’re fucking huge, Dom.” Her puffed lips were open, her eyes hooded with desire. She was so fucking sexy.
My blood was pounding so hard, I couldn’t think to answer. I backed out a little, and thrust forward again, gaining more ground, until finally sliding in down to my base. When our pelvises hit contact, she mewled and threw back her head in sensation.
I was finally inside. She was hot and tight and wet and sweet, and I couldn’t keep myself from growling, “Mine.”
She brought her head back to level, and her eyes flared in surprise. But I was gone; there was no stopping this train.
I pulled out of her and then pushed back in with force. “Mine.” Again. “Mine.” Again. “Mine.” Again. “Mine.”
With each thrust, she keened a little, her hips matching mine in the urgent dance. And then the keens stopped, replaced with “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” Over and over again, we pounded each other, gripped each other, inhaled each other, and devoured each other with our bodies.
I could tell she was getting close; her cries had gone all high-pitched, and her head was thrown back as she reached for it. I allowed the wall to take a little more of her weight and shifted so I could bring one hand in between us, then thumbed her clit in circles and hard taps, giving her that extra so she could get there.