One Foolish Night
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Unable to resist any longer, he slipped one finger to her slit, while his tongue licked higher up, swiping over her clit. When her hips lifted to press herself closer to his mouth, he drove one finger into her. Her muscles gripped him tightly, and the moisture that greeted him engulfed him and nearly robbed him of his control. In a few minutes, Holly would sheath his cock in the same way she now enveloped his finger, and he couldn’t imagine a greater pleasure.
“Fuck me, Paul! Damn it, what are you waiting for?” Holly cried out.
For a brief moment he removed his mouth from her. “I’m waiting for you to come,” he ground out and withdrew his finger, only to plunge it back into her again, harder this time.
She bucked against him. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”
Paul suppressed a grin and dropped his mouth back onto her. The beautiful woman in his bed was losing control, and that was exactly how he liked it. He licked over her clit again, savoring the taste, and finger-fucked her in earnest now.
Holly’s body rocked in the same rhythm as he moved his finger, and her interior muscles gripped him on each withdrawal as if she didn’t ever want to let go of him again. It suited him fine. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to think of her gone. Not now. Not when he wanted so much from her.
With frantic strokes he licked her center of pleasure, the small bundle of nerves swelling more and more and standing almost erect now. He closed his lips around it, pressed them together, and pulled.
Holly let out an uncontrolled moan. “Oh, yes!”
For a fraction of a second he let go. “My name! Say my name!” he demanded gruffly, before he took her clit between his lips once more and pressed hard.
He felt the shudder that raced through her body and delivered another hard thrust with his finger, before he felt her spasms grip it.
“Oh, Paul! Paul! Yes!” she cried out, her voice breathless, her back arching off the mattress.
The sound of her voice as she almost chanted his name seeped into him like a soft mountain spring and spread to every cell of his body. God, he wanted this woman like he’d never wanted anybody else. Why, he didn’t know. He barely knew her, but having her in his arms did something to him. It made him feel more like a man than he’d ever felt before.
Paul lifted himself up and stripped off his boxer briefs, tossing them to the floor. Then he reached past her to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Luckily, he always kept condoms here, despite the fact that it was rare for him to bring a woman back to his parents’ house. Most of his affairs were conducted in his condo in Manhattan.
Paul grabbed a condom and tore the packaging open with his teeth.
“May I do that for you?” Holly suddenly asked.
He turned his head and looked at her. Her face was flushed and tiny rivulets of sweat had formed between her breasts. He felt the urge to lick them off her.
“Some other time, maybe.” Because if she touched his cock now, he was likely to explode before he got inside her. With almost shaking hands he slipped the condom over himself. “Now be a good girl and get onto your hands and knees.”
For some reason, he wanted to take her from behind where he could have ultimate control. For a moment he paused. Normally his one-night stands didn’t happen like this. In general, he didn’t demand that a woman submit to him the way he was now asking Holly to do. He was content with the missionary position, or if the woman wanted to be on top, he had no objections to that either. But tonight, he needed to be in control, and taking Holly from behind would grant him that control.
Paul caught Holly’s surprised look and wondered if he’d gone too far, when she finally turned her back and complied without protesting. His eyes instantly fell on her shapely ass. Then they traveled to where her long hair fell over her back and caressed her spine.
Hungry for her, he gripped her hips and centered himself behind her spread legs.
“Is that how you like to take me?” she murmured, the soft trickle of her tantalizing voice sending shockwaves through his body.
“Yes!” The voice he heard sounded more like that of an animal than a civilized man. He didn’t feel civilized at all at this moment. He felt raw and untamed.
Releasing one of Holly’s hips, Paul took his cock by the base and brought it to her wet pussy. He nudged forward half an inch, spreading her warm lips with his cockhead. Holly didn’t move, but he felt her suck in a breath.
“Yes, that’s how you’re gonna take me into your sweet pussy. One hard inch at a time.”
Slowly, he moved forward, submerging the round head of his cock in her tight channel. He knew he had to do this slowly. This would be the only time he would truly feel every square inch of her muscles gripping him, because once he was all the way inside her, his cock would take over and plow into her hard and fast, riding her as if the devil were chasing him. But before that happened, he—Paul, the man—wanted to feel her.
“Fuck me, Paul! Damn it, what are you waiting for?” Holly cried out.
For a brief moment he removed his mouth from her. “I’m waiting for you to come,” he ground out and withdrew his finger, only to plunge it back into her again, harder this time.
She bucked against him. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”
Paul suppressed a grin and dropped his mouth back onto her. The beautiful woman in his bed was losing control, and that was exactly how he liked it. He licked over her clit again, savoring the taste, and finger-fucked her in earnest now.
Holly’s body rocked in the same rhythm as he moved his finger, and her interior muscles gripped him on each withdrawal as if she didn’t ever want to let go of him again. It suited him fine. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to think of her gone. Not now. Not when he wanted so much from her.
With frantic strokes he licked her center of pleasure, the small bundle of nerves swelling more and more and standing almost erect now. He closed his lips around it, pressed them together, and pulled.
Holly let out an uncontrolled moan. “Oh, yes!”
For a fraction of a second he let go. “My name! Say my name!” he demanded gruffly, before he took her clit between his lips once more and pressed hard.
He felt the shudder that raced through her body and delivered another hard thrust with his finger, before he felt her spasms grip it.
“Oh, Paul! Paul! Yes!” she cried out, her voice breathless, her back arching off the mattress.
The sound of her voice as she almost chanted his name seeped into him like a soft mountain spring and spread to every cell of his body. God, he wanted this woman like he’d never wanted anybody else. Why, he didn’t know. He barely knew her, but having her in his arms did something to him. It made him feel more like a man than he’d ever felt before.
Paul lifted himself up and stripped off his boxer briefs, tossing them to the floor. Then he reached past her to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Luckily, he always kept condoms here, despite the fact that it was rare for him to bring a woman back to his parents’ house. Most of his affairs were conducted in his condo in Manhattan.
Paul grabbed a condom and tore the packaging open with his teeth.
“May I do that for you?” Holly suddenly asked.
He turned his head and looked at her. Her face was flushed and tiny rivulets of sweat had formed between her breasts. He felt the urge to lick them off her.
“Some other time, maybe.” Because if she touched his cock now, he was likely to explode before he got inside her. With almost shaking hands he slipped the condom over himself. “Now be a good girl and get onto your hands and knees.”
For some reason, he wanted to take her from behind where he could have ultimate control. For a moment he paused. Normally his one-night stands didn’t happen like this. In general, he didn’t demand that a woman submit to him the way he was now asking Holly to do. He was content with the missionary position, or if the woman wanted to be on top, he had no objections to that either. But tonight, he needed to be in control, and taking Holly from behind would grant him that control.
Paul caught Holly’s surprised look and wondered if he’d gone too far, when she finally turned her back and complied without protesting. His eyes instantly fell on her shapely ass. Then they traveled to where her long hair fell over her back and caressed her spine.
Hungry for her, he gripped her hips and centered himself behind her spread legs.
“Is that how you like to take me?” she murmured, the soft trickle of her tantalizing voice sending shockwaves through his body.
“Yes!” The voice he heard sounded more like that of an animal than a civilized man. He didn’t feel civilized at all at this moment. He felt raw and untamed.
Releasing one of Holly’s hips, Paul took his cock by the base and brought it to her wet pussy. He nudged forward half an inch, spreading her warm lips with his cockhead. Holly didn’t move, but he felt her suck in a breath.
“Yes, that’s how you’re gonna take me into your sweet pussy. One hard inch at a time.”
Slowly, he moved forward, submerging the round head of his cock in her tight channel. He knew he had to do this slowly. This would be the only time he would truly feel every square inch of her muscles gripping him, because once he was all the way inside her, his cock would take over and plow into her hard and fast, riding her as if the devil were chasing him. But before that happened, he—Paul, the man—wanted to feel her.
