“You come with me. Eyes here.”
Slowly he slides into my heat, stretching me like the first time only better. He inches in another centimeter while I hold my breath. Shaking, he takes me until we’re core to core and I’m on the brink of another orgasm, worthy of the Guinness Book.
On his elbows, he pulls out fully and enters me again, this time faster.
When he does it a third time, something inside me snaps and I arch up, hard and fast.
Dammit. Give me what I need.
I do this repeatedly while he meets me, a bit surprised at first, then all in. At some point, the sectional comes apart in the middle and without missing a beat we continue our heated passion on the rough rug. Sweating, working for our release, I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles behind his thighs.
“Fuck it, Sienna. Cum with me!” He thrusts, I scream, and my clit hits his base.
When his rough thumb comes between us…
“Holy Fuck. Oh God, Oh yes!” Behind my eyelids, fireworks go off in a whole array of colors.
“Shhiiiiit!” An earthquake explodes between us.
Then, we both collapse in a puddle, nigh onto dead.
I’m not sure how long we just lay there, but it’s long enough for his body to feel heavy. I push and he rolls off me with a groan.
Never before have I had rugburns on my ass and elbows, nor the incredible sex that went along with it. Sore but incredibly sated, I curl up next to his sleeping form.
