her
looking at him like that for the rest of his life.
He took it all in,
memorizing every minute detail: the way her eyes sparkled, how her
full, pink lips pouted, how her curly blond 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
looking at him like that for the rest of his life.
He took it all in,
memorizing every minute detail: the way her eyes sparkled, how her
full, pink lips pouted, how her curly blond 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
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