A Wifey for the Bad Boy(148)

“Well, we can take care of the close thing.” Jan reached for the button on his jeans popping it open, and sliding the zipper down slowly. He hadn’t worn underwear, as he was just planning to go home. And by the time he’d realized that this thing with Jan was happening, it had been too late. He’d had a fleeting thought that he might want to keep a pair of underwear in his locker, which just seemed silly right now. He didn’t need to think about anything but her, and the way she was looking at him. The need in her eyes, and the sweet musk of her rising up between. Jan shoved his jeans down to mid thigh and leaned back assessing his cock at eye level. God, that was sexy. Fucking sexy.

“Like what you see?” She slapped his thigh paid playfully, and he rode the line between pleasure and pain, the little pain fading

“You got a little close there, don’t do it again.” She had to know he was teasing.

“Well then, I guess you don’t want me to do this.” Jan leaned in the tip of her tongue touching the very tip of him, cleaning off his pre-cum, with one sexy, sensual sweep of her tongue. It almost drove him off the edge. Could he die of sexual torture? Or sexual need? Maybe all the blood was running somewhere else but his head. Because all of a sudden he couldn’t think, he just wanted her to lick and he just wanted her swallow his come.

“Don’t,” he said a little sharply. “Jan, I’m way too close to the edge. I’m going to do this inside you, not in your mouth, your pussy. Stand up.”

She did, and he stripped off the rest of his clothes. She undressed with her back to him, much more slowly than he was.

Her beautiful curves were on display for him all too soon, her ass, the gentle arch of her back, and the flow of her hair down her shoulders. He wanted to see her front, though this was a damn nice view. Her ass was lush, shapely and rounded enough to dig his fingers into when he was fucking her hard.

“Turn around,” he told her, and when she did, he gasped. She was utterly stunning naked. The word Rubenesque came to mind, all those gorgeous generous curves. Soft woman just for him.

“Do you like…” She bit her lower lip, he saw flash of uncertainty.

Like? Try love. He nodded, not trusting his voice.

“Really?” On some women it would have smacked of searching for a compliment, but on Jan it was perfect; she was genuinely uncertain and it showed in an endearing rather than annoying kind of way.

“Really?” he said, dropping a kiss onto her shoulder. Keith pulled her close, loving the way they fit together, her soft stomach pillowing his hard cock, her body rocking against him. He could take her upright if he wanted to, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to start that way. No, she needed a pounding in a good old-fashioned position: man on top.

This time.

Keith turned them so that her back was to the bed and lowered her down. “I promise I will eat that sweet cunt of yours every hour of the day, but not now. Not yet. Right now I need to fuck you hard and fast.”

“Promises.”

“Facts,” he retorted, settling between her legs. She arched up and he slid inside her soaked pussy, her walls clinging to him. It had been so fucking long since he’d been inside a beautiful woman.

“Oh god, don’t go slow,” she whispered, pulling him down. She wrapped her legs around him, moving against him, her body reacting to his hard cock by squeezing down on him. Keith groaned. No, this wasn’t going to take long at all. He made a sound deep in his throat and she responded just as gutturally, her sexy sound of need galvanizing him.

He leaned in, kissing her tenderly, his mouth roaming over hers as he stilled inside her heat. This was special, and even though he was already close to the edge, he couldn’t resist pushing harder, driving both of them rocketing toward completion. But in this moment, he wanted to give her some tenderness, some romance amongst the animal passion moments.

Jan gazed at him, her eyes liquid, her body soft in some places and very, very hot and tight in others.

“This is our moment,” he told her gently, his hand smoothing over her hair. “This was worth waiting for.”

“Yes!” she cried out, her body clenching down on him. Tender moments over; he wanted her now. Hard. Completely.

Keith hovered over her, thrusting deep inside her. The way she was gripping him was amazing; he couldn’t stop the groans that mixed with her cries. He’d never been as in sync with another human than at this moment.

“Please, Keith! Please…”

“Right here,” he whispered. He couldn’t pull enough oxygen in to speak more loudly, and anyway, all his higher brain functions had dropped offline, leaving only passion, lust, and need behind.