Authors: Denyse Cohen
“Why are you doing this?” The words barely came out of my mouth as the rhythm of his fingers shook my core.
“I want to give you the fuck of a lifetime. From now on, every time you close your eyes you’ll see me.”
“You’re an arrogant son of a bitch.” I felt his lips curve against the soft part of my neck while his fingers were still moving steadily in and out.
Asshole
. In a test of pure willpower, I turned my head and bit his shoulder through his clothes as hard as I could.
“Ouch.” When he stepped back rubbing his shoulder, I felt the rush of cold against the parts of my body he was no longer touching. “What in the hell?” His grey eyes bored dangerously into me. I pushed him backward until he hit the wall and in a quick move ripped his shirt open. “Fuck!”
His chest was magnificent: strong and prickled with curls of hair tapering down to a tantalizing narrow path that disappeared inside his pants. He grabbed my elbows with both hands but before he could regain control, I dipped a hand inside his pants and squeezed his cock. His jaw went slack, he gave a quick short breath, and his hands fell to his side.
“If you move, I swear I’ll rip your pants off and you’ll have to leave here naked.” I pumped once and, with the other hand, I opened his belt and zipper.
Twice.
Black boxers. Just the way I imagined.
Pulling his thick and hard dick out, I licked my lips in anticipation. “I knew you’ve been hiding out.”
He lifted his hands so his thumbs were lazily circling my nipples. “Not hiding—saving it.”
Fisting his cock firmly while holding his gaze, I slowly bent down. “Now lets see what
you
taste like.” I swirled my tongue around the head, flickering at the very tip, then lightly sucked the pearly drop of spunk. “Hm, tasty.” My inner muscles uncontrollably winding up tighter and tighter.
“You’re killing me.” His fingers tangled into my long hair as I wrapped my hands around his base and took more of him into my mouth. I started to move in a frantic pace: bobbing up and down on his cock until he was hitting the back of my throat, and teasingly pulling it out and sucking at the head while I pumped his throbbing erection with my hand. “Oh, god.” A firm hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me up.
When I was fully standing, he cupped my butt and brought me against his erection. His dick was rubbing against my pussy like a blazing blade and I struggled to impale myself on him.
“Please…now…" I no longer cared if I had to beg. I felt I was going to die if he didn’t possess me right then. I nibbled at his lower lip and, staring up at him with pleading eyes, said, “Fuck me now.”
“You’re the nicest piece of ass I’ve ever had.” He gave my butt another firm squeeze and swiveled us so my back was against the wall.
“Right back at you, cowboy.” I clutched at his shoulders as his large, firm hands lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him feeling his hot dick nudging at my entrance and my hips wriggled against him, aching for total penetration. Another mischievous smile flashed across his face, he lifted me up higher and slid me down—ever so slowly.
Yes. Yes. Yes. I closed my eyes and my whole world had become the place where our bodies joined, my senses were completely attuned to his thick and hard length filling me up to capacity and beyond. When I opened my eyes, I saw him staring at me with a dazed expression, deeply enthralled by the powerful sensation of our connection.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, pulling out and thrusting in with controlled hunger.
“More,” I said in a needy whisper. He adjusted my cradled position against him and buried his cock inside me to the hilt. Then, again. And again. And again. My breath was ragged and my entire body spasmed as he pushed me closer to orgasm—thrust by thrust.
“Shhh.” He’d gone completely still; pulling me from the clouds I was floating in and bringing me back to reality.
A couple of women were chatting animatedly and one of them had entered the stall beside ours. He stood like Michelangelo’s David: perfect, hard, and motionless, holding me up as if I was but a feather.
He tilted his head and his eyes were locked on the wall, straining to hear what was going on outside. I studied his face, trailed my hands over the muscles of his shoulders that bulged under his jacket and shirt. Instinctively, I started to gently rock my hips against him, and slowly the embers inside me flared back to life.
“What are you doing?” He mouthed out to me.
I didn’t say anything; instead I squeezed my pussy tightly around his dick and continued rocking. His eyes filled with fire and soon he was meeting my hips with small upward pumps of his own.
We giggled conspiratorially at our own defiance.
The sound of toilet flush came from the next stall, more chit-chatting, water running, then silence. His thrusts grew in intensity and I matched his ferocity with the rapid rocking of my hips. His body was tensing up as we moved side by side toward ecstasy.
I buried my mouth on his neck to muffle the little noises of pleasure I couldn’t control and, as if following my cue, his breathing became jagged and quick. When I reached the ultimate height from where I seemed to spiral down back to earth covered in liquid fire, I dug my nails on his back and quivered. He gave a final deep thrust and held it, squeezing his arms around me so tightly I thought we would meld together. He arched his back and tilted his head back as the last flare of molten pleasure surged inside me like gasoline thrown onto the fire. We stood still for a few moments, waiting for the sexual haze to dissipate.
“Perfect timing.” I gave his earlobe a quick bite.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he said, jerking his cock inside me. Then, lifting me up a notch and dislodging.
I reluctantly slid my feet to the floor, wishing we could stay like one forever.
He tenderly stroked my body: hips, belly, breasts, neck, and holding my face in his hands, said, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I turned my face and kissed the palm of his hand. “Where is your ring?” I asked, feigning indignation.
“Sorry, baby. I left in such a hurry I forgot to put it on, it’s in my briefcase. You know I can’t have anything personal on me when I’m undercover.” His arms moved down to circle my waist as he kissed my forehead.
“You’re back safely, that’s what matters.” I lifted my head to kiss him, then went to gather my underwear from the floor. “We better get out of here, before we’re thrown out.”
When I bent down, he ambled up behind me and placed his hands on either side of my hips, pressing his hot and still engorged cock against my butt. I felt an instantaneous rush of heat running through my spine. “How about we get away from here and finish this on our bed?”
“And your friend?” I straightened myself up but didn’t move away, nothing compared to the feeling of his strong, warm body against mine.
“I’ve already talked to him, paid my respects. Besides, he’s hammered. He won’t even know we left.”
“Great! Weddings aren’t really my scene.”
“Really?” He twirled me to face him. “I thought you had a great time at our wedding, Mrs. Cooper.”
“Nope. It was the alcohol,” I teased. “I would’ve been happy to elope in Vegas.”
“Is marriage really so bad?” He lightly pinched my nipple.
“Oh, no. I have nothing against marriage, it’s the wedding I don’t like.” I shrugged, sliding my hand through his torn shirt and stroking his chest.
“I’m glad because you’ll be married to me for the rest of my life.”
“I’ll be married to you for the rest of mine.” I stood on my tip toes and gave him a slow, hot kiss. “Now, you go first and see if you can score that bottle of whiskey and I’ll meet you outside.”
“
You
should be the special agent.” He gave me that smile; the one that made my heart skip a beat every time for the past six years.
“The agency can’t afford me.” I smirked, fixing his shirt as he closed his pants. He looked in the mirror and smoothed his hair with a hand then closed his jacket.
“See you outside.” He gave me a peck on the lips and unlocked the door.
“Wait…”—before he stepped out I reached for his arm—“I always see you when I close my eyes.”
His grey eyes sparkled and the corner of his wonderful lips twisted up as he lifted my hand, kissed it gently, and walked away.