Page 160 of Devil’s Disciples

I took off my shirt.

She reached for her panties.

I slipped my thumbs beneath the waistband of my boxers.

We freed ourselves of our last garment as if synchronized. Standing on either side of the bed, naked, we gazed at each other with admiring eyes.

To learn to ride a motorcycle, a person must risk falling over.

I embraced that thought, swallowed hard, and lowered myself onto the bed. Hoping I didn’t do anything stupid between the beginning and the end of whatever we were going to share, I rolled onto my side and watched as she climbed onto the opposite side.

I stared at her with unfocused eyes and inhaled her sweet scent. At that instant, I was no longer in her bedroom. I was in my childhood room, filled with nervous hope that the girl who was willing to give me a moment of her time liked me as much as I liked her.

I reached for her, hoping this time would be different.

I needed it to be.

61

Kimberly

Each of my six senses were dancing excitedly.

I expected if the time came that we decided to engage in sex, that I’d be enamored by Cash’s muscles, chiseled physique, and interesting tattoos.

I was dead wrong.

Despite his breathtaking body, and the presence of muscles I had no idea he possessed, none of those things seemed to matter.

My eyes were feasting on his angular jaw, steel-blue eyes, and what little scruff had grown along the edge of his cheeks.

With faultless timing, his hips worked back and forth, filling me completely with each full stroke of his perfectly-sized dick.

His girth stretched me so wide I feared I’d be torn in two, but it wasn’t so painful I wanted him to stop. His length was such that each stroke reminded me of my physical limitations, but I didn’t wish he had any less dick to give me.

My sense of touch was slightly overwhelmed, but satisfied completely, nonetheless.

The absence of sexual banter left the sound of our breathing, the sex, and my noisy bed frame to fulfill my sense of hearing.

My nostrils flared as I inhaled the sweet aroma of our sex. Combined with his unique musky scent and the smell of my own perfume, the unique mixture drove me wild with passion.

Although I could still taste him on my tongue, I wanted more. I gripped his shoulders in my hands and raised my face to his neck. Upon tasting the salt of his sweat against the tip of my tongue, I eagerly pressed my mouth against his shoulder and cinched his flesh between my teeth.

In a sensual coma of sorts, I was incapable of doing anything but attempt to satisfy him with each gyration of my hips. In unison with his movements, I ground myself against him, hoping I could somehow give the same level of satisfaction he was providing me.

“You’ve got to stop that.” He twisted his neck to the side, pulling away from me. “You’re driving me nuts.”

“We’re even,” I breathed.

“Second time I heard that tonight,” he said.

“Huh?”

“Never mind.”

He pushed himself into me fully, paused, and then gazed into my eyes. “Does that feel good?”

“I love it,” I cooed.