Her pelvis grinds hard into my crotch, my hard-on straining like iron against her, and I groan into the kiss, every nerve firing as her desperation hits me like a drug.
Her hands claw at my T-shirt, ripping it up with raw need to feel my muscles, and I lift my arms, letting her strip it off and hurl it away.Her fingers dig into my back, tracing ridges carved from years of training, grinding her soaked heat against me harder—fuck, I feel her wetness seeping through, my cock pulsing wildly as she owns the friction.
I shove her back onto the bed, pinning her writhing body under my weight, chest heaving."Just for the record," I rasp, voice wrecked, "we can stop whenever."
"Don't you dare," she grins wickedly, dragging my head down to devour my mouth again, all teeth and tongue.
Clothes fly; my pants hit the floor, my shirt follows, revealing the sculpted chest she devours with her eyes.
"My panties are soaked," she whispers, grabbing my hand and shoving it between her thighs.My fingers slide over drenched lace, pressing her throbbing clit, and her moan rips through me as she arches, head thrown back.
"Take them off," I growl, but the tease disobeys, diving into my boxers instead."Not so fast, Mr.Kern.First, we'll check how ready you are."
She yanks them down, my thick cock springing free into her grip; hot, velvety, tip slick with pre-cum.She squeezes, thumb circling the weeping head, then purrs, "Mind if I have a taste?"Before I answer, her mouth descends, tongue lapping the salt, then sucking me deep, wet heat enveloping me.
I fist her hair, thrusting once into that tight throat—fuck—before hauling her up.
"Your hungry pussy first."I rip her panties off, bury my face between her spread thighs, tongue lashing her swollen clit, parting slick folds to plunge a finger inside her clenching heat.
"Your pussy likes this, right?"I mutter against her.
"My pussy likes something larger," she gasps, but lets me add another finger, stretching her dripping core.
She squirms, clawing sheets."Please, Thomas," she moans, wrecked.
I still, cock aching."Right...do you have...?'Cause I don't..."
"My purse," she smiles, lounging back to eye-fuck my body as I snag it, ripping open the condom packet."You expected this?"I raise a brow, rolling it down my length.
"You didn't?"she shoots back.
"What an idiot, right?"I position between her legs, pinning her fully, whispering hot in her ear, "At least I know this is what you want."
"My wet cunt not enough proof?"But words die as I slide in slow, her walls gripping like velvet fire.
Balls-deep thrust, and she fists my hair, yanking my mouth to hers, tongue fucking mine with desperation.I pound a rhythm matching her rolling hips, slick skin slapping, then pull out, flipping her to her side.I enter from behind, cupping her perfect tits, thrusting savage.
"Your breasts are made for my hands," I mumble, lost.
She moans, hand diving to her clit.
“My cock not enough?"I bite her earlobe, slamming harder.But she continues pleasing herself.
Her fingers slip in her gushing wetness, circling frantically—her pussy clamps like a vice, orgasm ripping through her in waves, moans turning to screams.I thrust twice more, exploding hard, vision blacking out in bliss.
I cradle her slick, trembling body against mine, sweat-glued skin sticking as our heartbeats thunder in unison, the room gone silent except for those raw, ragged breaths sawing out of us.Her head rests on my chest, and fuck, holding her like this, spent but still humming with heat, feels like victory, her softness molding to my hard edges.
“That was the best sex I ever had,” she murmurs finally, voice husky, spent.
“Yeah,” I breathe, lips brushing her hair, cock already twitching back to life against her thigh.“But I’m not finished with you yet.”
***
We lie naked on the sheets, she turning on some low, pulsing music while I call down for Prosecco.Bubbles fizzing in flutes as we sip slowly, bodies tangled loose, no words needed.The need’s still there, banked but smoldering; for now, we’re wrecked in the best way, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my abs.
I set my glass aside, eyes locked on her flushed curves.“Time to test how many times I can make you come.”Before she protests, I slide down, nudging her thighs apart, lips ghosting kisses up their trembling insides; soft, teasing, tasting salt and her lingering arousal.
"Thomas, I don’t really like—" she starts, but it cracks into a moan as I nuzzle higher.
