Impatient, she reached behind her for it, groping in the darkness. He helped her, grunting when she squeezed and pulled on him in her excitement.

She stroked him that way for a moment, her movements awkward at that angle, but eager. He took his cock from her hand, positioning himself between her thighs and slipping the tip through her smooth, slippery little crease. When he entered her, pressing into her until there was nothing left, his hands pulled snugly at her hips as if to make sure. She sighed and moaned when he was all the way in, caught between the desire to stay filled and the longing to be fucked.

She wiggled an encouragement into the saddle of his hips, feeling the tip of his cock nudging against some deep, tender part of her as she did. His breath drew in and he withdrew a little-only a little-before pressing into her again. She whimpered in frustration, but he teased her with those short, easy strokes until she found herself gasping with the desire for more, begging him in a whispered hiss, “Please, Eric, fuck me hard!”

He gave her a few more short thrusts-a reminder-and then pulled out of her almost to the tip and sank back into her flesh. She moaned her pleasure, spreading her legs wider to receive him, again and again, her pussy squeezing him involuntarily as if to pull him further into her body.

“Harder,” she whispered again, arching up on to her tiptoes, the wet, aching squelch a rising hum between them. “Fuck me harder… please…

please…”

His answer was to shove into her so hard that the table slammed into the wall and he grunted with the effort. Annie gasped, praying no one had heard, but not willing to make him stop. The delicious friction between them built upward, carrying her with it on glorious wings. His hand reached under her to find her clit.

She moved to give him better access and angle, rocking and whispering “yes, yes, yes” with every thrust, the added stimulation of his fingers pushing her further toward her climax.