With fumbling fingers and a few giggles, we stripped each other, our lips and hands worshipping every newly revealed inch of skin.
"Oh," she whispered as her hands glided over the bulk of my chest. "You're perfect."
I cupped her breasts, lowering my head to press hot, sucking kisses to their tips. "I could say the same for you."
I trailed up and down her body, my mouth and hands alternating as I mapped her pleasure. Perhaps it would take me three years. Perhaps it would take me thirty, but I had never in my life wanted anything more than I wanted this moment. The moment when she would shake and scream under me as I drew from her a powerful orgasm.
"Can't wait," she panted, her body beginning to undulate under mine. "Please, Will."
Condom. Fuck. Where's a condom?
"Condom?" I asked, panting heavily.
"Second drawer."
I reached over, finding a dusty packet, no doubt expired judging by the picture on the box.
Do condoms expire? Fuck it. This'll have to do.
I rolled one on, gaze locked on Karen as she watched me through half-lidded eyes.
"Let me please you."
I found her core, sliding fingers through her slick heat, finding her wet and ready.
"Karrie," I groaned. "So. Fucking. Wet."
"I've been horny all day," she admitted, red flushing her cheeks. "I kept thinking of that kiss."
"Same."
Our eyes met, and I leaned in, my cock pressing against her.
"Ready?"
She nodded. "Yes."
We both groaned as I filled her, her tight pussy gripping me.
Tight, hot, wet—fucking perfect.
"Been a while," she muttered, her little pants driving me wild. "Gods, this feels so good."
"Fucking brilliant," I agreed, beginning to move.
We fucked. Dirty, hard, and punishingly good. Our bodies two halves of the same deeply erotic whole. For a moment, I couldn't figure out where I ended, and she began. Then she came, her body milking my cock, locked together as we made filthy love.
"Fuck! Karrie!" I emptied myself in her. Desire and despair warring as I collapsed on top of her.
Fuck. That was too quick. Shit.
We lay like that, our bodies still joined, our hearts thumping wildly. Then I rolled us, settling us on our sides.
"Sorry." I reached out, brushing a stray hair from her cheek. "I wasn't planning on doing that."
She grinned, her cheeks still flushed. "You weren't? That's a shame."
I felt myself relax, finding an answering grin. "It's just that you're fucking perfect, Karen. I wanted to make tonight perfect for you."
