Tonight will be the last sex I have in months. Six months, to be precise. I need extreme focus for my upcoming project, and I will not be distracted.
But tonight…
Tonight, I will not hold back.
I will do wicked, sinful things to her, and I will do them to every part of her. On top of the car, under the stars, with the rain and drama, was intense. It was also fucking.
But now… Now, I will create art.
I start on her dirty, full lips, kissing them softly. I also kiss slowly as if time does not exist. As I work my way down her neck, she starts to whimper and fist the sheets. I pull at her hard nipples with my lips and teeth. She moans and fists my hair.
I reach down to her wetness, and she arches her back. As I start to circle her clit, she reaches desperately for my aching, hard cock.
I soon have her begging, and she is panting and drenched. “Please, now,” she says greedily, “fuck me.”
I lean over and roll on a condom.
As I slide back between her thighs, she helps me line up at her seam. Our eyes meet, and her mouth is open, her lower lip low. I swipe my crown against her slickness, and then I slide straight in.
The stranger moans and freezes as I penetrate her wet pussy, stretching her.
After driving all the way in, I let her breathe again.
We then start to move together.
Somehow, we find flow fast, and I plunder her mouth with my tongue. She fists my hair again with one hand while the other pulls my butt into her.
It does not take long before we are both gasping, panting, and close. I now need one thing. I need her to come for me before I consider doing the same.
As I get her closer, the violent storm blows the wooden balcony doors open.
Wind and leaves fly in, but I will not stop for anything. It is also hot. Hot as fuck.
“Come for me.” Her eyes look cloudy. “Come for me!” I command.
She nods and bites her lip. She is at the edge, just where I need her to be. I tease her, again and again, and then she starts to lose it.
Enough torture. She needs to cross, and she needs to explode. I work her clit faster, and I drive into her wet core. Holding her chin, I see the moment in her eyes.
Suddenly, she clenches around me, and she gasps and moans.
Her body shakes, spasms, and tightens; she looks like she has seen God.
Her legs shake as if she has lost control. Her body then twists and warps as bliss shoots through her.
Her clenching around me forces me to come, and I pump into her, claiming her as mine in the storm. And as I hold her below me, my jaw locks, and we come together. Hard. Passionately. Powerfully.
We drinkchampagne to cool down, and we catch our breath. AsSam lies back down on the huge bed, I suckle on her dark nipples.
Her desire awakens again, like mine, and after she pleads, I pull on another condom. I slide my way in, claiming her again.
After getting her panting and desperate, I yank her on top of me. I want a show, and I want to see what she has.
The vixen rides me, and how she wants to. She is good. No. She is spectacular. I play with her nipples as she grinds down. She then squats on me and pumps fast. I’ve never had anyone like her, and maybe I never will.
It’s erotic to fuck someone so free. It is also rare and disturbing. Disturbing because it has to end.
Tomorrow.
