the
hilt. Gripping her ass, he began to move. Her breasts rubbed against his chest,
her nipples poking into his skin. Her fingernails dug into his butt as he began
to flex his hips back and forth. His thrusts were short and shallow. He wasn’t
going to last.
He reached between them and found her
swollen clit. He fingered her gently, wanting desperately for her to come
again. He wanted her cunt to close around his dick and squeeze it hard and
tight.
“Theo,” she cried. It was so strange for
someone other than his mother to say his name. No one ever used it. But it felt
right with Missy. An alarm bell rang in the back of his mind but he couldn’t
focus on it. Not with Missy’s slick channel spasming around his shaft.
He thrust harder and faster, withdrawing a
bit farther and driving deeper. Her hands left his butt and clutched at his
back and shoulders. They were plastered together torso to torso, their hips
working furiously as he pounded into her. She met him stroke for stroke.
“Come for me, babe. Again.” He buried his
face in the curve of her neck and gently bit the sensitive skin. She cried out,
her inner muscles rippling over and around his dick.
His balls tightened. His orgasm started in
the base of his cock and shot up through his shaft. He yelled as he came and
continued to pump into her. Missy let out a low moan and her sheath closed
around him in a death grip.
When he was spent, he rested his forehead
against the cool wall. He’d taken her in the kitchen against the wall. Classy.
But she hadn’t seemed to mind. She’d been right there with him all the way.
He shoved away from the wall and stared
down at her. Her skin was moist and dewy with sweat. Her lungs were still
working to pull in enough breath. Her lips were parted. Inviting. So he swooped
down and kissed her.
Her eyes flew open and she stared at him
with a glazed look. “Steady now.” He made sure she was okay before he pulled
out and disposed of the condom in the trash.
Missy was looking around for her clothing.
“I should go.”
He didn’t want that. Not yet.
He took her hand in his. “Let’s get a
shower first.” He didn’t give her time to object, but pulled her down the
hallway behind him.
Missy stood in the shower with water
cascading over her, wondering how the heck she’d gotten here. She hadn’t planned
to have sex with T.S. again. Not exactly. Okay, so she’d hoped they have sex
again. It was still the weekend and she was having a fling with him. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow she’d be back at work and back to normal and this weekend would be
nothing but a memory.
Her pussy was still pulsing. She’d had two.
Count them. Two orgasms in the kitchen. T.S. was spontaneous and so it seemed
was she. At least when she was with him. She’d never had any problem
maintaining control before.
Hard hands came around her from behind and
cupped her breasts. Missy pressed deeper into his palms. She couldn’t get
enough of his touch. Soap bubbled up around his fingers as he stroked them over
her nipples before sliding one hand down her torso.
She spread her legs without him having to ask.
In spite of her earlier orgasms, her body was primed and ready once again. He
slipped two fingers into her swollen sheath and slowly separated them.
Tomorrow. She went up on her toes and
moaned as he pushed his fingers deeper. She’d worry about the implications of
this weekend tomorrow.
T.S. slowly worked his fingers in and out
of her slick channel. She reached behind and gripped his head, turning hers so
she could see him. His eyes were burning with sexual fire as she went up on her
toes and kissed him.
Tomorrow was soon enough.
Chapter Eight
“So what’s going on between you and T.S.?”
Missy did her best to ignore her friend’s
question. She didn’t have a clue what was going on between her and T.S. In
spite of her resolve that their time together was nothing more than a wedding
and drama-induced weekend fling, they were still
hilt. Gripping her ass, he began to move. Her breasts rubbed against his chest,
her nipples poking into his skin. Her fingernails dug into his butt as he began
to flex his hips back and forth. His thrusts were short and shallow. He wasn’t
going to last.
He reached between them and found her
swollen clit. He fingered her gently, wanting desperately for her to come
again. He wanted her cunt to close around his dick and squeeze it hard and
tight.
“Theo,” she cried. It was so strange for
someone other than his mother to say his name. No one ever used it. But it felt
right with Missy. An alarm bell rang in the back of his mind but he couldn’t
focus on it. Not with Missy’s slick channel spasming around his shaft.
He thrust harder and faster, withdrawing a
bit farther and driving deeper. Her hands left his butt and clutched at his
back and shoulders. They were plastered together torso to torso, their hips
working furiously as he pounded into her. She met him stroke for stroke.
“Come for me, babe. Again.” He buried his
face in the curve of her neck and gently bit the sensitive skin. She cried out,
her inner muscles rippling over and around his dick.
His balls tightened. His orgasm started in
the base of his cock and shot up through his shaft. He yelled as he came and
continued to pump into her. Missy let out a low moan and her sheath closed
around him in a death grip.
When he was spent, he rested his forehead
against the cool wall. He’d taken her in the kitchen against the wall. Classy.
But she hadn’t seemed to mind. She’d been right there with him all the way.
He shoved away from the wall and stared
down at her. Her skin was moist and dewy with sweat. Her lungs were still
working to pull in enough breath. Her lips were parted. Inviting. So he swooped
down and kissed her.
Her eyes flew open and she stared at him
with a glazed look. “Steady now.” He made sure she was okay before he pulled
out and disposed of the condom in the trash.
Missy was looking around for her clothing.
“I should go.”
He didn’t want that. Not yet.
He took her hand in his. “Let’s get a
shower first.” He didn’t give her time to object, but pulled her down the
hallway behind him.
Missy stood in the shower with water
cascading over her, wondering how the heck she’d gotten here. She hadn’t planned
to have sex with T.S. again. Not exactly. Okay, so she’d hoped they have sex
again. It was still the weekend and she was having a fling with him. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow she’d be back at work and back to normal and this weekend would be
nothing but a memory.
Her pussy was still pulsing. She’d had two.
Count them. Two orgasms in the kitchen. T.S. was spontaneous and so it seemed
was she. At least when she was with him. She’d never had any problem
maintaining control before.
Hard hands came around her from behind and
cupped her breasts. Missy pressed deeper into his palms. She couldn’t get
enough of his touch. Soap bubbled up around his fingers as he stroked them over
her nipples before sliding one hand down her torso.
She spread her legs without him having to ask.
In spite of her earlier orgasms, her body was primed and ready once again. He
slipped two fingers into her swollen sheath and slowly separated them.
Tomorrow. She went up on her toes and
moaned as he pushed his fingers deeper. She’d worry about the implications of
this weekend tomorrow.
T.S. slowly worked his fingers in and out
of her slick channel. She reached behind and gripped his head, turning hers so
she could see him. His eyes were burning with sexual fire as she went up on her
toes and kissed him.
Tomorrow was soon enough.
Chapter Eight
“So what’s going on between you and T.S.?”
Missy did her best to ignore her friend’s
question. She didn’t have a clue what was going on between her and T.S. In
spite of her resolve that their time together was nothing more than a wedding
and drama-induced weekend fling, they were still
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