My hands left her waist, shifting to grip the heavy curve of her hips with sudden, possessive weight. My fingers sank deep into the soft, yielding flesh, anchoring her pelvis directly against the rigid length of my cock.

It hardened instantly, twitching with raw need as I pulled her closer. The distance closed and my erection responded, rising upward until the thick, flushed head pressed firmly against the underside of her breasts. I could feel the rapid thud of her heartbeat through the sensitive tip, a frantic, living pulse beating against me.

​I pushed back just a fraction, adjusting the angle. Sherry opened her legs without hesitation, letting my cock slide beneath her pussy. The slick, burning heat of her bare folds dragged along the top of my shaft as she settled onto it like she was mounting a bike. Her hands locked onto my shoulders for balance. She drew herself closer, rocking her hips forward, essentially walking on my cock. The sheer, unyielding density of the eight-inch length acted like a lever beneath her, its upward force physically pushing her waist up as she tried to crowd into my space. Sherry gasped at the sensation, her hips hitching as she felt the rigid muscle of my shaft driving against her center. The heavy, wet friction made my breath hitch.

Our chests met again, crushing together. Her full, soft breasts flattened against my harder muscle, nipples dragging hot and tight across my skin. We tangled there, bodies locked, breathing each other in.

She looked straight into my eyes and exhaled shakily.

The smooth, burning heat of her bare skin met the calloused palms of my hands, and the sheer contrast shattered whatever frayed strands of restraint I had left. I didn’t want to look anymore. I needed to move.

I dug my fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her hips, lifting her. Her legs rose from my cock with a wet, dragging slide, and the sudden release of her weight let the massive, rigid length of my erection snap violently upward. It swung free beneath her, the heavy, flushed head knocking hard into the deep line of her ass cheeks with a blunt, flesh-on-flesh impact.

The transition was heavy and uncoordinated, driven by sudden, blind hunger that made my balance waver. Sherry let out a sharp, caught gasp against my mouth as her feet left the floor.

She wasn’t light like a feather. She had a real, intoxicating gravity to her, and the sudden shift of her full weight sent a burning strain straight through my lower back and thighs. I stumbled backward a half-step, feet dragging heavily on the floor as I braced us against the momentum.

Instinctively, she scrambled for leverage. Her hands locked around the back of my neck, pulling down with genuine force, while her bare legs swung upward. The inside of her thick thighs scraped hard against the sides of my hips, skin-on-skin hot and sticky with arousal, before she clamped them tightly around my waist.

The sudden, upward tilt of her pelvis brought her center crashing flat against my lower stomach. I felt the raw, prickling friction of her short, dark hair regrowth dragging directly across my bare skin, a sharp and primal texture that made my core tighten.

My substantial, eight-inch erection remained trapped behind her, pinned hard against her heat. The thick, rigid shaft was wedged flat within the deep, smooth line of her ass cheeks, the flushed head pressing high against her tailbone.

Every micro-movement she made to adjust her grip on my waist slid her ass down the length of my cock while her pussy ground against my stomach, pulling a low, ragged growl from the back of my throat.

This was Sherry.

The realization hit me like a physical blow as I held her suspended, her chest heaving violently against mine. For weeks she had been a distant thought, a careful boundary, a slow burn I never permitted myself to fully acknowledge.

Now her bare breasts were crushed flat against me, her rapid, panicked heartbeat drumming a frantic cadence that vibrated straight through my own chest wall. The sheer psychological weight of it turned my blood to liquid fire. The vertical restraint we had kept up for hours was completely gone. We were falling.

The mirror she had been looking into earlier now showed the two of us bound together, her legs wrapped around me, my hands gripping her ass, our bodies locked in raw need.

I took two blind, heavy steps backward toward where I knew the mattress was. Our mouths crashed together again, but the finesse was entirely gone, replaced by a desperate, devouring need. Her teeth clipped my lip, drawing the faint, sharp taste of her lip balm, but neither of us cared.

We were clumsy with desire, drowning in the humid, shared breath that pocketed between our faces. My thighs burned under the weight of holding her up, my wide stance the only thing keeping us upright as she rocked her pelvis into mine, seeking deeper friction through the agonizing barrier still between us.

The back of my knees struck the edge of the bed frame. The sudden contact broke our center of gravity.

We went down together in a heavy, tangled heap. The mattress groaned beneath our combined weight, dipping deeply under the sudden impact right at the very edge of the frame.

As we hit, the crisp, unheated bedsheets met the burning, sweat-dampened skin of my back. Sherry was sprawled completely on top of me, her full, heavy breasts spilling directly across my chest, crushing against my skin.

With her weight shifted forward over my torso, my massive cock finally slid completely free from between her thighs, springing straight up into the open air between us, rigid and pulsing with an agonizing ache. The sensory shock of the cold sheets beneath me was a violent, freezing contrast to the molten heat radiating where our bodies remained glued together.

​I had to get us properly onto the bed. Working my elbows under me, I grunted and heaved my upper body off the mattress, bracing my weight against the edge of the frame. I brought my hands down, locking my palms under the heavy, soft roundness of her ass. Using the strength in my arms, I lifted her hips slightly, shifting her weight away from my chest, and gently pushed her backward onto the center of the mattress.

She slid back gracefully, her bare skin rasping against the sheets. I turned onto my knees at the edge of the bed, crawling up after her to close the distance before she could even catch her breath. I caught her by the waist, using my grip to guide her and push her fully onto her back.

​Her back settled into the mattress, her short brunette hair flaring out around her head in a dark, disordered cloud. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the soft weight of them settling outward, nipples tight and flushed dark.

​I rose onto my knees, hands planted on the sheets on either side of her torso. My cock rested thick and heavy across her lower belly, the flushed head leaving a long, glistening trail of pre-cum across her skin as I leaned forward.

I planted my knees securely on either side of her hips, completely pinning her lower body and putting her exactly where I wanted her.

​The room was dead silent save for the wild, deafening roar of our synchronized breathing, loud, demanding, and utterly consuming in the quiet space.