immediately obeyed. His body vibrated, almost like a taut string on a guitar, as he pushed against her, needing her to press back against him. The touch of her bare skin against his, the gentle brush of her breasts against his face, ignited his core like a flamethrower. He paradoxically wanted both to rush ahead and make her his, and to prolong this, enjoy the sweet agony, for as much time as he could endure.
But Alicia's hands roamed down, finding his hardness, drawing it out of his pants. She held him in her hands, and whatever need Tanner thought he'd felt before was dwarfed by a new rush. With an inarticulate growl rising up from his throat, he threw her to the bed, climbed atop her.
He felt her resistance as he pushed down, but she spread her legs wide, welcoming him in, wanting him. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, but her panties caught at him, impeding him. With a hiss of frustration, she pulled them off and threw them recklessly aside.
Nothing else stood in his way. Once again, Tanner came down, feeling her push against him, angling up to meet him as he thrusted forward.
Warmth, wetness, a soft and irresistible tightness that still drew him in further. His arms, on either side of Alicia's shoulders, held him inches above her. Her hands came up, wrapping around his neck, sliding down his broad back and drawing him down to her.
Her lips met his, and Tanner thought no more. His body moved against her, feeling her move back in response. This was all that he needed.
They kept in motion together, sometimes growing fiercer, sometimes relaxing. Soon, Tanner felt Alicia's kisses against him grow wilder, less controlled, as her breath came quicker.
"More, faster," she gasped into his ear, and his body instantly obeyed her.
She panted against him, her body flexing with new need as he pumped in and out, long strokes that pushed her closer to that cliff. Tanner saw the fire growing higher in her eyes, almost overtaking her. She tried to fight back against it, hold onto herself, but it was a fight that they both knew she'd lose.
And then, with one last gasp, her body went rigid beneath him as her orgasm took her.
Tanner slowed, but didn't stop, watching as this woman, normally so controlled and determined and powerful, surrendered herself to emotion and physical sensation. Her eyes rolled back as she went mindless, and she clutched at him, drawing him against her, needing him. He felt her heart beating like a jackrabbit inside her chest as her soft breasts squished against his own body, heard her breath come in ragged panting.
He held her, kissed her, still unable to think but happy that she was happy. She clung to him, a rock in a powerful storm, until her eyes finally blinked and refocused on him.
"Again," she commanded him, those full, gorgeous lips turning up in a ghost of a smile.
He hastened to obey.
When Tanner finally felt his own surge coming on, driving him towards mindlessness, he merely groaned - and Alicia, now on top of him, grinned broadly as she immediately guessed his intentions.
"Yes, give it to me," she insisted, refusing to let him push her off, refusing his attempts to slow down, to delay the train he felt rushing down the tracks towards him. She bent low, her tits dangling in his face and bumping gently against his chin. Her hair fell in waves around his face, closing the two of them off in their own private little world. Further south, her hips rose and fell against him, beating out a primal rhythm against him as she rode his spear, flexing her thighs as they squeezed his body between them.
"God," Tanner gasped out, as the last vestiges of control slipped away. He was no stranger to an orgasm, but he'd never felt one build so much before it hit, come on so strongly. He had a brief mental image of a surfer gazing up at a tidal wave, towering many stories above him.
And then it hit, and Tanner thought of nothing at all as his mind fractured.
She rode him, let him shudder against her,
But Alicia's hands roamed down, finding his hardness, drawing it out of his pants. She held him in her hands, and whatever need Tanner thought he'd felt before was dwarfed by a new rush. With an inarticulate growl rising up from his throat, he threw her to the bed, climbed atop her.
He felt her resistance as he pushed down, but she spread her legs wide, welcoming him in, wanting him. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, but her panties caught at him, impeding him. With a hiss of frustration, she pulled them off and threw them recklessly aside.
Nothing else stood in his way. Once again, Tanner came down, feeling her push against him, angling up to meet him as he thrusted forward.
Warmth, wetness, a soft and irresistible tightness that still drew him in further. His arms, on either side of Alicia's shoulders, held him inches above her. Her hands came up, wrapping around his neck, sliding down his broad back and drawing him down to her.
Her lips met his, and Tanner thought no more. His body moved against her, feeling her move back in response. This was all that he needed.
They kept in motion together, sometimes growing fiercer, sometimes relaxing. Soon, Tanner felt Alicia's kisses against him grow wilder, less controlled, as her breath came quicker.
"More, faster," she gasped into his ear, and his body instantly obeyed her.
She panted against him, her body flexing with new need as he pumped in and out, long strokes that pushed her closer to that cliff. Tanner saw the fire growing higher in her eyes, almost overtaking her. She tried to fight back against it, hold onto herself, but it was a fight that they both knew she'd lose.
And then, with one last gasp, her body went rigid beneath him as her orgasm took her.
Tanner slowed, but didn't stop, watching as this woman, normally so controlled and determined and powerful, surrendered herself to emotion and physical sensation. Her eyes rolled back as she went mindless, and she clutched at him, drawing him against her, needing him. He felt her heart beating like a jackrabbit inside her chest as her soft breasts squished against his own body, heard her breath come in ragged panting.
He held her, kissed her, still unable to think but happy that she was happy. She clung to him, a rock in a powerful storm, until her eyes finally blinked and refocused on him.
"Again," she commanded him, those full, gorgeous lips turning up in a ghost of a smile.
He hastened to obey.
When Tanner finally felt his own surge coming on, driving him towards mindlessness, he merely groaned - and Alicia, now on top of him, grinned broadly as she immediately guessed his intentions.
"Yes, give it to me," she insisted, refusing to let him push her off, refusing his attempts to slow down, to delay the train he felt rushing down the tracks towards him. She bent low, her tits dangling in his face and bumping gently against his chin. Her hair fell in waves around his face, closing the two of them off in their own private little world. Further south, her hips rose and fell against him, beating out a primal rhythm against him as she rode his spear, flexing her thighs as they squeezed his body between them.
"God," Tanner gasped out, as the last vestiges of control slipped away. He was no stranger to an orgasm, but he'd never felt one build so much before it hit, come on so strongly. He had a brief mental image of a surfer gazing up at a tidal wave, towering many stories above him.
And then it hit, and Tanner thought of nothing at all as his mind fractured.
She rode him, let him shudder against her,
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