“Oh my God.” She was chanting now, and there were tears in her eyes. Or maybe those were his tears in his eyes.

He lifted up and filled his hands with her breasts, thumbs stroking the tender points beneath the lace. She bucked against him, and his cock twitched in anticipation. “Get me out of this thing,” she breathed, tugging at the straps of her bra.

With pleasure.

One-handed, he found the clasp at the back and released it.

“Show off,” she teased.

But he couldn’t joke. He couldn’t smile. His body was consumed by what was happening under him. Her breasts spilled free, and he looked his fill, brushing his fingers lightly over the round flesh. Her nipples were dark and hard, and there was no way in hell he could do anything but lower his mouth to those tender points and taste.

One brush of tongue, the fastening of his lips around her peak, and Gloria’s hips bridged off the mattress, pinning his cock between their bodies.

“Fuck. Oh my God. Oh my. I’m going to die and I don’t care—” She lost her breath and her words when he started to suck, pulling the point into his mouth.

She rocked against his erection, begging with her body. He wanted to be buried inside her, wanted to feel her walls quicken around him as he rode her to an orgasm so explosive they’d be melded together for eternity. He needed to join their bodies. Just the thought of being buried in her had precum leaking from his tip like a faucet turned on, soaking the front of her lace panties.

He switched to her neglected breast and feasted there, while she moaned and writhed beneath him, Gloria tried to wriggle her way out of her underwear, and it drove him mad. He’d never been wanted like this. Desired. Craved.

He nuzzled at her breast and slid his fingers into the front of her underwear. God. She was wet and beyond ready. The heat between her legs called to him, a siren’s song he heard in his blood.

“Glo, I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m clean. I’m tested.” She whispered the words between peppering kisses and bites across his chest.

“What about birth control?”

“I’m on it. And there is nothing that I want to feel more than your bare cock inside me.”

Everything went black for a second or two, and then he was yanking her underwear down her legs. It got tangled up on an ankle, but it didn’t matter. The promised land was before him.

He couldn’t help himself. Aldo gripped his cock and guided it through her slit, letting their arousals mingle. Flesh to flesh. Nothing had ever felt this decadent, this good, this right before.

Gloria hitched her knees up higher.

“Aldo, if you wait one second longer, I’m going to die right here, unfulfilled.”