She hadn’t lied, she was wet. Just the thought that Tony was so anxious to get inside her, and he wasn’t taking the time to get to the bedroom or even fully disrobe, did something for her. His thumb pressed over her clit and Aimee thrust her hips toward him without thought.
“Yes, Tony. God, that feels good.”
She glanced down and saw that his gaze was fixed between her legs. He couldn’t see her clearly because of the dim light, but it was apparent he more than liked what he could see…and feel. He hadn’t said a word, maybe because he was still holding the condom between his lips, but Aimee thought it was more that he was so far gone in desire for her, he couldn’t find the right words.
Aimee writhed on his hand a bit more, feeling herself get more and more slick as he continued to play with her clit and spread her wetness around. Abruptly he removed his hand and lifted his hips under her, forcing her to sit up straight over him. Tony shoved his own pants and boxers over his hips until his cock bobbed out, and then he ripped open the condom packet.
Smoothing it over his erection, he took hold of Aimee’s hips again and helped her move into place over him. It was awkward with her sweats pushed down, and not off, but they were both determined to do this. Now.
“Guide me in,” Tony demanded in a guttural voice.
Aimee couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. They were both almost fully dressed, their important parts barely revealed. She reached between them and found his hard cock. She caressed it once, cupping his balls at her downward stroke.
“Aimee, I swear to God if you don’t quit it, this’ll be over before it even begins. Please. Put me in.”
Wanting him inside her as much as he apparently wanted to be there, Aimee had mercy on the man. She grabbed his thick erection and scooted forward enough so that the head was nestled between her slick lips. Without waiting for more direction, she pushed her sweats out of the way and slowly eased down, engulfing his hard length into her body.
It was a tight fit, it’d been a while for her, but Aimee didn’t stop until he was as far inside her as he could go. She felt her sweats pulling against her legs, and knew she’d have marks when they were done, but at the moment nothing could’ve forced her to move away from him.
“God,” she breathed, the same time that he hissed a breath out between his teeth. “You fit perfectly.”
“You are so hot and tight, I can’t…I won’t…”
Aimee had mercy and moved on him, pulling up so that just the tip was inside her, then easing back down again.
She did this twice before Tony took control. He gripped her waist hard and took over, holding her still while he slammed up and down under her. Aimee moaned and threw her head back, bracing her hands on his thick denim-enclosed thighs behind her, enjoying the thought of Tony Santoro losing control. She remembered her thought from the morning, God, it seemed so long ago, of wanting to see him lose it. She’d just never thought it’d be so soon, and be so fantastically awesome.
“Fucking hell, Aimee, You feel delicious. I can feel you fluttering against me. I can’t wait until we can do this bareback.”
Aimee didn’t know if Tony even knew what words were coming out of his mouth. His teeth were clenched and his head was thrown back. He hadn’t closed his eyes though. His gaze remained on her face, which seemed much more intimate than anything she’d done with another man.
They were both still wearing their T-shirts and were mostly dressed, but she felt more naked in this moment than any other time in her life. Tony saw her . It was as if he could see her hopes and dreams along with her fears and insecurities. But the thing of it was, that she saw them reflected in his eyes too. He had his own demons. It made her feel as if they could fight them together.
“Yes, Tony. God, you feel good.”
“Rub your clit. Take yourself there. I’ll do it
“Yes, Tony. God, that feels good.”
She glanced down and saw that his gaze was fixed between her legs. He couldn’t see her clearly because of the dim light, but it was apparent he more than liked what he could see…and feel. He hadn’t said a word, maybe because he was still holding the condom between his lips, but Aimee thought it was more that he was so far gone in desire for her, he couldn’t find the right words.
Aimee writhed on his hand a bit more, feeling herself get more and more slick as he continued to play with her clit and spread her wetness around. Abruptly he removed his hand and lifted his hips under her, forcing her to sit up straight over him. Tony shoved his own pants and boxers over his hips until his cock bobbed out, and then he ripped open the condom packet.
Smoothing it over his erection, he took hold of Aimee’s hips again and helped her move into place over him. It was awkward with her sweats pushed down, and not off, but they were both determined to do this. Now.
“Guide me in,” Tony demanded in a guttural voice.
Aimee couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. They were both almost fully dressed, their important parts barely revealed. She reached between them and found his hard cock. She caressed it once, cupping his balls at her downward stroke.
“Aimee, I swear to God if you don’t quit it, this’ll be over before it even begins. Please. Put me in.”
Wanting him inside her as much as he apparently wanted to be there, Aimee had mercy on the man. She grabbed his thick erection and scooted forward enough so that the head was nestled between her slick lips. Without waiting for more direction, she pushed her sweats out of the way and slowly eased down, engulfing his hard length into her body.
It was a tight fit, it’d been a while for her, but Aimee didn’t stop until he was as far inside her as he could go. She felt her sweats pulling against her legs, and knew she’d have marks when they were done, but at the moment nothing could’ve forced her to move away from him.
“God,” she breathed, the same time that he hissed a breath out between his teeth. “You fit perfectly.”
“You are so hot and tight, I can’t…I won’t…”
Aimee had mercy and moved on him, pulling up so that just the tip was inside her, then easing back down again.
She did this twice before Tony took control. He gripped her waist hard and took over, holding her still while he slammed up and down under her. Aimee moaned and threw her head back, bracing her hands on his thick denim-enclosed thighs behind her, enjoying the thought of Tony Santoro losing control. She remembered her thought from the morning, God, it seemed so long ago, of wanting to see him lose it. She’d just never thought it’d be so soon, and be so fantastically awesome.
“Fucking hell, Aimee, You feel delicious. I can feel you fluttering against me. I can’t wait until we can do this bareback.”
Aimee didn’t know if Tony even knew what words were coming out of his mouth. His teeth were clenched and his head was thrown back. He hadn’t closed his eyes though. His gaze remained on her face, which seemed much more intimate than anything she’d done with another man.
They were both still wearing their T-shirts and were mostly dressed, but she felt more naked in this moment than any other time in her life. Tony saw her . It was as if he could see her hopes and dreams along with her fears and insecurities. But the thing of it was, that she saw them reflected in his eyes too. He had his own demons. It made her feel as if they could fight them together.
“Yes, Tony. God, you feel good.”
“Rub your clit. Take yourself there. I’ll do it
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