I hadn’t even looked up, and Ripley was already crashing into me. He shoved me up against the wall, kissing me hungrily, knocking over a crate full of lures and spooled fishing line that went spilling and rolling across the floor. His hot mouth was questing, his hands insistent. They were all over my body. My arms, my legs, my quivering stomach. Everywhere at once.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he murmured, burying his face in my neck.
My free hand sifted happily through acres and acres of thick, brown hair.
“Are you kidding?” I sighed happily. “I was horny before we even started running.”
The hand on my thigh slid up the inside of my leg, cupping me, eliciting a gasp. Ripley paused to look up at me. His eyes, like mine, were swimming with lust.
“By now, I’m a dripping mess.”
He nodded and kissed me some more, fingers exploring, driving the fabric of my soaked, satin thong into warmer, wetter places. His eager hands stripped me naked in seconds. Mine had only to remove the loose-fitting shorts he’d fled the house in.
Holy fuck…
I gasped again as he popped deliciously free, all thick and warm in my hand. I wanted to drop down to the cluttered floor of the fishing shack and wholly devour him; danger, drones and all. But Ripley had other plans.
“Remember, no noise.”
I stifled a yelp as he lifted me bodily into the air, then held me rock steady with two strong arms. I spread my legs, wrapping them around his body. A moment later, he was lowering me onto his hardness — inch by beautiful inch.
Ohhhhhh…
Staring into his eyes, open-mouthed, I let out a sigh as he slid all the way inside me. My hands settled over his cable-like arms for leverage, as Ripley began fucking me in long, controlled bounces. His biceps coiled into boulders on every upstroke, stealing my breath away. Gravity drove him dangerously deep on every downstroke, filling me so perfectly I wanted to squeal with joy.
If his strength was amazing, his stamina was even more so. Ripley continued plundering me in mid-air, standing tall, his hands cupped beneath my surging, grinding ass. Face to face, eyes locked, we kissed each other deeply, tenderly at first, but then with more heat and ferocity as we got used to the position.
In the meantime I let my eyes wander his gorgeous body. Every muscle of his sculpted form was tightly flexed to support my weight. His arms surged beneath my palms, flexing and unflexing, turning me on past the point where I couldn’t imagine a world where he wasn’t buried inside me, my legs wrapped around his hot, shredded flanks.
I started making noises again, as I drew ever closer toexploding around him. Ripley clapped one hand over my mouth and kept going — a neat trick, considering he was now supporting me with one arm. For a full minute he continued impaling me like a true warrior; never getting tired, never slowing down.
Then, slowly, he lowered me to the futon… and flipped me over, onto my stomach.
“Fuck, Peyton,” he growled, keeping his voice low. “That ass.”
I jutted it into the air for him, wriggling it back and forth.
“Want it?”
He answered by slapping it hard, on both sides, with the flat of his palms. The clapping noise was accompanied by a flash of pain, followed by warmth and heat and soothing pleasure. His fingers curled forward, taking possession of me as he lifted my hips higher and into position. The anticipation was beyond exquisite. I hissed out the hot breath I’d been holding in, setting my cheek against the worn leather just beneath it as I relaxed my body and surrendered completely.
Ripley’s hands slid even higher, then finally settled deep into the curve of my hips. I whimpered as he entered me again, this time from behind, and began drilling away.
FUUUUUCK!
I wasn’t expecting him to go so hard, so fast, so quickly. He was on the edge, though. I could sense the level of his arousal by his swelling thickness, the change in his breathing, the increased pressure of the iron-like fingers digging into my flesh. I bucked backwards, taking him deep, giving him everything he wanted and more. The scent of leather and salt was intermingled with sex, now.
We caught a rhythm, pushing and pulling together, driving each other crazy with our writhing bodies. Ripley clapped a hand back over my mouth as I came, giving me something to scream into. My orgasm triggered his not long afterward, his deeply-buried shaft surging and spurting against my hot, greedy womb. It was his turn to screw his eyes shut as the pleasure of finishing inside me overwhelmed him. His turn to try not to scream.
CRASH!
The noise might’ve well have been a thunderclap, that’s how loud it was. There was a sharp splintering sound, followed immediately by a sense of weightless and falling…
Shit!
The futon didn’t just break, it exploded in every direction at once. The legs split down the middle, the thin wooden frame crashing to the floor with me on top of it.
And on top of me, the full weight of Ripley’s naked, surging body.
