He slowed his movements, leaning on his right arm and looking down between us. He used his free arm to hook my leg up, allowing him to drive deeper into me. My tits bounced with each thrust, and he hungrily watched them, his eyes on fire.
I came again, exploding around his cock on a moan. Watching his pupils dilate, I knew he felt it. He moved harder against me, pumping his hips with powerful drives that extended my orgasm and made it feel endless.
Alaric
Gwen’s hands pushed against my chest, and I followed her lead, laying down with my back to her mattress. In one fluid movement, she was sinking down onto me. My hands gripped her hips, and I held her while she moved against me.
She rolled her hips, riding me slowly, and tilted her head back, her hands on my chest. Each time she sank down on me, she got wetter. It was erotic, and I didn’t want it to end. I was fighting off my own orgasm as long as I could.
The pure ecstasy on Gwen’s face was almost too much to take. It mirrored the intoxicating feelings I was trying to contend with.
It’s just really great sex, I told myself as she bore down, falling against my chest, still rolling her hips.
She was sensuous to watch, and I took pleasure in it that I couldn’t recall before. Her breasts pressed against my chest as I pushed down on her ass, grinding up into her like it was my mission to drown in her. And right then, it was.
I felt a tightening in my balls, and at the same time, she let out a little moan. “I’m going to come again!” she breathed into the shell of my ear, her dirty words achingly seductive.
I drove up at the same time as I put more pressure on her hips, and she came around me with a moan. I thrust into her again, my orgasm ripping through me as I looked up at her.
Gwen rolled off me, panting a little. She looked over at me with an expression of disbelief. “That wasincredible.Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve exceeded my expectations.”
I chuckled, still a little out of breath. It really was unbelievable; a mind-blowing, euphoric explosion. I shifted so that I was facing her, let my eyes drink in the sight of her. The apples of her cheeks were flushed, and her dimples fully present as she grinned at me. Her intensely pretty eyes shone in the pale light that streamed through her blinds from the lamppost outside her building.
I brought my finger up, brushing her stained lips with my thumb. I’d kissed—and fucked—away the colour, but it held up better than most.
Gazing into her pewter eyes, I decided then to give myself tonight. The night was young, and Gwen was the perfect liberation from realism. “Want to go again?” I asked, offering her a crooked smile.
“I do, actually. But there are a few things I require first.”
“Oh?”
“Food, fluids, and a shower. You may join me for all three if you’d like. But I’m starving and dehydrated, and I probably look like a racoon.”
“You don’t look like a racoon, but I can get behind those three things,” I replied, grinning as I watched her stand. This woman soaking wet in a shower was probably a sight to behold.
She tossed a grin at me and pulled a Batman t-shirt over her head, tugging her long dark hair free of the collar, and left her glasses on her nightstand.
“You coming?” she asked, tilting her head at me before trekking across the hallway to the bathroom.
I exhaled, swinging my legs off the mattress. My feet hit the floor, and I bent over to grab my boxer briefs. When I sat up again, my eyes were drawn to a furry pile of gray in the doorway of her bedroom.
I slid into my boxers, my gaze on the cat. Its pale green eyes watched me, its tail flicking with irritation as it sat, seeming to judge me.
Making my way to the door, I tried to step around it, but it attacked my foot, pawing at it with sharp claws and hissing. Its sharp little teeth dug into the side of my foot.
“Dahmer! Knock it off!” Gwen’s voice rang out. She’d opened the bathroom door and caught the little devil in action. Miraculously, the cat stopped attacking and took off into the bedroom, hiding under the bed. “Sorry about that. He’s a dick.”
“Is that your attack dog?” She’d washed away her makeup and was every bit as pretty without it, her lashes naturally thick and long, her plump lips begging to be kissed again.
“Basically.” She grinned. “Although, it could be argued that my neighbour across the hall is more of a threat than the cat.”
“I believe it,” I sniggered.
Gwen’s smile spread, the whites of her pretty teeth on display. Turning, she stepped back into the bathroom, leaving the door open. She tugged her t-shirt off, and my eyes went to the curve of her back as she bent to turn on the shower.
I walked the rest of the way into the room, and she looked at me over her shoulder, smiling seductively before disappearing around the curtain.
When I joined her, she was standing beneath the hot stream, her hair spilling down her back like a black waterfall, working the soapy loofa over her skin.
