“God. Now.” I arch my core into his mouth and as he bites down, he adds inner pressure to my G-spot.
Stars flash in front of my eyes, I scream out his name, and explode in orgasmic splendor.
Chapter 26
Cole
My cock’s so hard, it aches. With long legs wide and her pink cunt coated with juices, I lift her to stand. I wait for her to wrap her legs around me and carry her to the only room I’ve not yet seen. Throwing off the comforter, I place her on the mattress, and step closer. After caressing the arches of her feet, I kiss up her body, and lay siege to her swollen labia.
Squirming, she digs her short nails into my shoulders. I climb until my lips find hers. As we meld together, I place my tip to her wetness, wanting the feel of skin to skin and loathing the thought of sheathing.
Reluctantly, I pull away but she curls her fingers around me and returns me to her opening.
“Protection. Tested. Safe. Go.” Sweeter words have never been spoken.
“Me too, Dan.” Despite millions of years of evolution urging me to fuck hard, I savor each inch as I enter.
The incredible silkiness of her inner walls against my cock feels like the first time.
“Oh shit.” I’m a grown man, about to come too soon. “Babe, I need to move.”
“Do it.”
With superhuman effort, I manage to hold back the tide of sperm raring to go. My balls full, my back sprung, I’ve never been so on the edge. Pure bliss and torture mix as I thrust. When our cores meet, she wraps her legs around me and I lose it.
“Ah, ah… Yesssss.” Her second orgasm pulses and takes me over the cliff.
Hot lava shoots out my sensitive tip and I shout. Higher than any human should be, I pump every last drop into her until my heart can take no more.
With aftershocks pulsating between us, I roll her on top, still connected.
Danni.” I curl an angelic blond lock around my still wet finger.
“Mmm.” She drools on my chest, her heartbeat and breath returning to normal.
“That was….”
She places a finger over my lips. “Life altering.”
I chuckle. “Yeah.”
In the night, we wake, make love, and again at dawn. By lunchtime, we’re hungry and the refrigerator contains nothing but pickles, mustard, fake creamer and yesterday’s uneaten Chinese.
While I warm our food in the microwave, she makes coffee. After snapping open a garbage bag, I clear away about three weeks of takeout containers and make room for us to eat.
“You’re not grossed out?” Her brows raise as she helps me clean.
“Clearly, you need a good man to care of you.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“No judgement. None whatsoever.”
She giggles. “If I wasn’t so hungry and sore, I’d take you to bed again.”
“Plenty of time for that.” Catching her mood and happier than I’ve been in weeks, I laugh with her.
Somehow, I manage to pack her clothes, most of them dirty, and get her into the car, without making love to her again.
