Page 85 of Middle Ground

She spins, giving me her back. The smooth expanse of skin has been exposed all night, taunting me. Her blonde locks fall down her back now, just the way I like them. Her fancy hairdo was nice, but I much prefer this look.

“Did I tell you how pretty you looked tonight?” I ask. She shakes her head, and Itsk. “How rude of me. Because you, Meyer, are so fucking beautiful.”

And she is. I’ve known it since I laid eyes on her that first day in the restaurant. She’s always had my attention, but now that I’ve gotten to know her, she’s beautiful to me for so many reasons beyond the physical.

Reaching around her front, I take one of her breasts in my hand, kneading the skin. Meyer’s back arches as she moans.

“You like that, baby?” I ask. “You like when I play with your pretty tits?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

I place kisses behind her ear, on her shoulder, and then at the top of her spine. My hands trail down her outer thighs and then slip under the hem of her dress. As I bunch the material up at her waist, I’m met with nothing but silky skin.

“You said you didn’t want to do this again,” I muse.

“I didn’t,” she insists.

“Then why aren’t you wearing any panties, Ms. Ellison?”

Her breath hitches as I reach around her, my fingers dipping between her legs to brush against her clit.With my knee, I nudge her legs farther apart so I can fit into the space between them.

“You know what I think?”

“Hmm?” she hums, distracted.

“I think,” I say, lips beside her ear, “that you’re a liar.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but a moan falls from her lips instead as my fingers enter her swiftly. She grapples for purchase on the island, gripping the edge with both hands.

“Not a liar.” She shakes her head. “I just changed my mind.”

My fingers pumps in and out, and Meyer’s hips move with them, seeking friction.

“God, you’re so wet, baby. Is that all for me?”

She writhes before me. “You know it is.”

When her breathing changes, I can tell she’s getting close, so I slip my fingers from her pussy. She whines in protest.

I pull out a condom, and then I slide my zipper down and free my cock from the confines of my pants. Meyer pushes her ass back into me, searching. I roll the condom on.

“Jackson,” she breathes.

“Say my name, baby. Tell me how much you want me.”

Lining my cock up with her entrance, I tease her slit with the tip, but I don’t push inside yet.

She slaps the island. “If you aren’t inside me in the next thirty seconds, I swear…” she says. But her threat holds no weight.

“Say please, baby. Ask nicely.”

She growls. “Please, Jackson. Fuck me already.”

Grinning, I say, “That’s a good girl.”

I thrust forward. Meyer’s hips slam against the island as my cock gets buried in her pussy. We both moan, but I still, allowing her a moment to adjust.

“You good?”