**Skin to Skin**

I’d known Danielle for months, but tonight was different. We’d been flirting all night at the bar, her fingers brushing my thigh, my arm draped over the back of her chair, her lips lingering too long when she sipped my drink. By the time we stumbled into my bedroom, the tension was unbearable.

She stood in front of me, her back to my chest, as I slid my hands under her shirt. Her skin was warm and smooth, and when I unhooked her bra, she arched into my touch. “God, you feel good,” she murmured, rolling her hips back against me. My cock was already hard, pressing against my zipper, but I wanted this slow.

I tugged her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, then spun her around to face me. Her tits were perfect—full, round, with nipples already stiff under my thumbs. I pinched them lightly, and she gasped, gripping my arms. “Fuck,” she whispered.

I kissed her, my tongue sliding against hers as my hands roamed down her stomach, unbuttoning her jeans. She kicked them off, standing there in nothing but her panties—a tiny black lace thing that barely covered her pussy. I could already see the damp spot.

“Take these off,” I growled, hooking my fingers into the sides. She lifted one leg, then the other, letting me peel them down. Her pussy was bare, smooth, and glistening, her lips already swollen. I ran a finger down her slit, and she shuddered, her knees buckling a little. “Jesus, you’re wet.”

She reached for my belt, her fingers working quickly. “I need you naked too,” she breathed. I helped her, shoving my pants and boxers down, my cock springing free. Danielle exhaled sharply, wrapping her hand around me. “Fuck, you’re thick.”

I pushed her gently onto the bed, climbing over her and spreading her legs. Her pussy looked even better up close—pink and slick, her clit already poking out, begging for attention. I dragged my fingers through her folds, coating them in her wetness, then circled her clit slowly.

Danielle groaned, arching off the bed. “Don’t tease,” she begged. But I wanted to—I wanted to feel her squirm. I pressed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and her back bowed. “Oh fuck, yes, right there!”

I fucked her with my fingers, hard and fast, watching her tits bounce as she gasped. Her pussy clenched around me, sucking me deeper. “You’re gonna make me cum already,” she panted.

I pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth, tasting her. Sweet, tangy. “Fuck, you taste good.” Then I lowered my head between her thighs, licking a slow stripe up her slit.

Danielle cried out, her hands tangling in my hair. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and she jerked beneath me. “Oh my God, oh my God—” Her thighs clamped around my head as her orgasm hit, her pussy pulsing as she came.

I didn’t let up, licking her through it until she was pushing me away, oversensitive. She grabbed my cock, stroking me firmly. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I lined myself up, pressing the head against her soaked entrance. She was so tight, so warm as I pushed in, inch by inch. Danielle moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I growled, bottoming out inside her.

She rocked her hips, urging me to move. I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, making her scream. I set a brutal pace, my balls slapping against her ass as I fucked her.

Her nails dug into my back as she came again, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming—fuck!”

The way she tightened around me was too much. I buried myself deep, groaning as I spilled inside her, my cock throbbing as I emptied myself.

We collapsed together, sweaty and spent. Danielle traced lazy circles on my chest. “We should’ve done that sooner.”

I kissed her forehead, already hard again. “We’ve got all night to make up for lost time.”