hair had frizzed out in wild angles--she was beautiful.
Kevin suddenly realized they were back at the hotel, in the room, and that he was half naked, and hard, and they were about to have sex again.
He gulped.
Was he up for that? Could he do it again without losing his mind…without dying?
Susan pulled her tank top over her head, and then pulled her bra open, suddenly naked, suddenly wanting him again, and so close that he wouldn’t have to reach far to snag her.
It was better than thinking about it. He moved to her, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips, kissing her deeply as he carried her to the bedroom.
And it was better. He forgot about everything: his heart, his soul, how much he would miss and pine for her. Instead Kevin lay her on the bed, pulling the rest of his clothes off, the rest of hers, and went about making her cry out his name again, making her do all those things she’d done in that clearing, all over again.
~*~
Kevin had lost all track or sense of time. They’d moved from the bed, to the shower, back to the bed, and into the kitchen, where Susan found some Reddi-wip and chocolate sauce, and went about making Kevin into a dessert. And he didn’t mind. Her licking and biting at his flesh made him want her all the more. It was a controllable feeling. But when she drizzled the chocolate sauce over his manhood, and a cool line of the whipped cream--and leaned down and licked and sucked it off--Kevin lost it.
She had a new trick, but so did he.
~*~
Susan gasped when Kevin swung her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. She felt his fingers first, searching out her sex and probing, one then two digits. He entered her, wrapping his arms around her as he slipped hard and fast into her, moving in and out with increasing speed as his strong, warm hands gripped and squeezed her breasts.
Susan didn’t like this position. She couldn’t see him, couldn’t touch him, and she felt suspiciously like a piece of meat skewered on the end of a stick.
She couldn’t do it like that. She squirmed, yet couldn’t get free from the hold he had on her. Couldn’t believe how impaled she was on him. He bit at her ear, and then slowly moved his mouth down the side of her neck, slithering his tongue against her sensitive flesh, until he was kissing and then sucking and then biting the back of her neck.
The jolt this sent thorough her, having his mouth so hot on the back of her neck, his hands now pinching her tender nipples, and how full and thoroughly run through she felt, it set her flesh on fire again and took her breath away.
“Oh God, ” she panted, pushing back against him, smooshing herself all the more against him. She came so hard her knees shook, and her hands clawed wildly at the counter top, grasping desperately at the edge. Yet Kevin kept going, not letting up a bit, endlessly rocking in and out of her, his hands roaming maddeningly about her body. Over her shoulders, down her back, around to her belly, and on down to tease her into moans so feral, so wanton, she felt her cheeks burn with shame. Susan came over and over and over.
~*~
When Kevin finally carried Susan back to the bedroom from the kitchen, she was curled up, naked in his arms, exhausted. He lay her gently on the bed, climbed in beside her and pulled the sheet over them. She rolled over, wrapping her arms about his torso, burying her face in his chest, her breathing light and hot on his flesh as she fell fast asleep.
Kevin was exhausted too. And though he wanted to keep watch over her as she slept, he drifted off to the sound of her breathing and the feel of her soft, warm, naked body pressed against him.
Yet Kevin’s sleep was not peaceful, not by a long shot. He dreamed of walking up the front steps of Saint Ann’s Cathedral. There were flowers and ribbons and balloons fastened everywhere. And the music for The Wedding March was just winding up.
Kevin felt a desperate stab of fear.
Kevin suddenly realized they were back at the hotel, in the room, and that he was half naked, and hard, and they were about to have sex again.
He gulped.
Was he up for that? Could he do it again without losing his mind…without dying?
Susan pulled her tank top over her head, and then pulled her bra open, suddenly naked, suddenly wanting him again, and so close that he wouldn’t have to reach far to snag her.
It was better than thinking about it. He moved to her, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips, kissing her deeply as he carried her to the bedroom.
And it was better. He forgot about everything: his heart, his soul, how much he would miss and pine for her. Instead Kevin lay her on the bed, pulling the rest of his clothes off, the rest of hers, and went about making her cry out his name again, making her do all those things she’d done in that clearing, all over again.
~*~
Kevin had lost all track or sense of time. They’d moved from the bed, to the shower, back to the bed, and into the kitchen, where Susan found some Reddi-wip and chocolate sauce, and went about making Kevin into a dessert. And he didn’t mind. Her licking and biting at his flesh made him want her all the more. It was a controllable feeling. But when she drizzled the chocolate sauce over his manhood, and a cool line of the whipped cream--and leaned down and licked and sucked it off--Kevin lost it.
She had a new trick, but so did he.
~*~
Susan gasped when Kevin swung her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. She felt his fingers first, searching out her sex and probing, one then two digits. He entered her, wrapping his arms around her as he slipped hard and fast into her, moving in and out with increasing speed as his strong, warm hands gripped and squeezed her breasts.
Susan didn’t like this position. She couldn’t see him, couldn’t touch him, and she felt suspiciously like a piece of meat skewered on the end of a stick.
She couldn’t do it like that. She squirmed, yet couldn’t get free from the hold he had on her. Couldn’t believe how impaled she was on him. He bit at her ear, and then slowly moved his mouth down the side of her neck, slithering his tongue against her sensitive flesh, until he was kissing and then sucking and then biting the back of her neck.
The jolt this sent thorough her, having his mouth so hot on the back of her neck, his hands now pinching her tender nipples, and how full and thoroughly run through she felt, it set her flesh on fire again and took her breath away.
“Oh God, ” she panted, pushing back against him, smooshing herself all the more against him. She came so hard her knees shook, and her hands clawed wildly at the counter top, grasping desperately at the edge. Yet Kevin kept going, not letting up a bit, endlessly rocking in and out of her, his hands roaming maddeningly about her body. Over her shoulders, down her back, around to her belly, and on down to tease her into moans so feral, so wanton, she felt her cheeks burn with shame. Susan came over and over and over.
~*~
When Kevin finally carried Susan back to the bedroom from the kitchen, she was curled up, naked in his arms, exhausted. He lay her gently on the bed, climbed in beside her and pulled the sheet over them. She rolled over, wrapping her arms about his torso, burying her face in his chest, her breathing light and hot on his flesh as she fell fast asleep.
Kevin was exhausted too. And though he wanted to keep watch over her as she slept, he drifted off to the sound of her breathing and the feel of her soft, warm, naked body pressed against him.
Yet Kevin’s sleep was not peaceful, not by a long shot. He dreamed of walking up the front steps of Saint Ann’s Cathedral. There were flowers and ribbons and balloons fastened everywhere. And the music for The Wedding March was just winding up.
Kevin felt a desperate stab of fear.
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