“Mmm,” the woman I have no doubt will be the love of my life cranes her face closer to mine, “how about a hero’s fuck instead?”
Getting our weapons returned and to her room occurs in a pure blur.
Much like shedding our shoes.
And dropping our bottoms.
Ditching our tops.
In fact, our first crystal clear moment for me doesn’t even kick in until we’re in her glass enclosed shower, under the waterfall showerhead, frame being soaked in its heat at the same time I’m sinking balls deep into hers from behind.
“Holyyyyfuckkkkk,” savagely escapes, rattling the foggy walls around us.
Rather than verbally respond, she simply slams one hand against the tile.
Arches her spine.
Lifts and curls her leg backwards so that her heel is anchored to me.
“Fuckkkk, Beloved,” is airily whimpered while watching myself slip in and out of her sopping wet pussy. “This shit looks so fucking perfect.” Another slow rock of my hips allows me to study the way her glistening muscles swell around my shaft while her fingers latch onto my neck. “Feels…so fucking perfect.” One hand clamps onto her hip to ensure her curvy, contorted figure stays steady in spite of the impact. “Is…so…fucking…perfect.”
Nae needily moans and angles her mouth to mesh with mine.
Our tongues sloppily spin around in ceaseless circles, anxious to catch up to the increasingly faster speed I don’t even realize we’re going.
Sliding my fingers across her bare pussy sends shivers up her spine, yet it’s the first brush of her clit that results in her lips fumbling from mine. “J.T.…”
“Fuck, I love hearing you call out my name.” I roughly jerk into her harder. “Do it again, Beloved.”
“J.T.,” she repeats louder.
More urgent.
“Again.”
Despite her continuously choppy breathing, she moans once more, “J.T.”
“You’re so fucking incredible,” thoughtlessly seeps free as my fingers abandon her hip to grip a fistful of her wet hair. “Look at how fucking amazing you are.” I forcefully push her face down to watch the sight I am. “Look at how well you take my fucking cock.”
The hitch in her breath is accompanied by her pussy harshly clenching.
Fingers desperately scraping.
Eyes hooding.
“Watch, Beloved,” I purr against the shell of her ear. “Watch your hero fuck you.”
Whimpers precede another round of wet pulsations.
Pulsations that prompt my sac into swelling.
Lifting to have sweltering stickiness smeared all across it.
“Watch you fuck me.” She mindlessly bucks back into the sharper thrusting, wet slapping sounds from her ass being bounced reverberating around the shower. “Watch me make you come on my cock.”
Gentle stroking never crosses my mind.
Applying pressure?
