She nods, placing her hand on my heart. Can she hear how it syncs up with hers after a simple touch? Can she hear the way it beats for her and her alone?

I love you.

“I’m with you.”

I’m never leaving you again.

“I want to fuck you against the window so everyone in the city can know I’m yours. Forever and always.”

“Yes,” she hisses, fisting the hem of my shirt.

I can’t wait anymore. Finally, after too many minutes, too many hours, too many days, my lips find hers, capturing them with a kiss I hope conveys the sincerity of what I’ve shared tonight.

My everything.

“How do you want it, baby? Do you want me to make love to you, nice and sweet? Or do you want hard and fast?”

“Hard and fast,” she whimpers, ripping my shirt over my head. I nearly drop her in the process, and I press her further into the glass so she doesn’t tumble to the floor.

I fiddle with the button of her faded jeans, yanking them down just below the curve of her ass and over her knees. I don’t bother pulling them all the way off. This isn’t going to last long.

“No fucking underwear?” I exclaim, her bare, moist pussy brushing against my hip. I can feel her arousal already. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I didn’t plan for this to happen,” she answers, eyes closing, head tilting back. I shove her sweatshirt up, capturing her nipple in my mouth. Hard and pointed. Ready for me. She groans, and I’ve fucking missed that sound. Music to my ears.

Releasing the pebbled peak, I give attention to the other side, using my teeth this time, enough to make her groan again. I undo my own jeans with one hand, the other rubbing her clit in circles.

So wet.

I can’t stop touching her. I won’t stop touching her. Never, ever. The denim falls to the ground, pooling at my ankles, and I hike her further up my body.

“No fucking underwear from you either?” she asks, reaching her hand between us and stroking my dick.

“Nope,” I grunt. I don’t use my fingers. I don’t use my tongue. There’s no prep or caressing or more talking. I simply thrust my cock into her with a single motion, eyes widening as I press deeper and deeper inside, no restrictions between us. “Fuck, Emma,” I gasp, taking a moment to gather myself when I become fully seated. Her pussy is so tight around me, walls already clenching.

This angle is perfect. I can drive into her, hips snapping up and meeting hers, while playing with her tits. Her thighs begin to shake around my middle, and I know the second she finishes it’s going to be impossible to keep her upright.