As Tori gulped down the last bit of her coffee, she looked up shyly at me. “Thanks for yesterday and last night, Wyatt. That was… really amazing. I’m not just saying that. Thank you.”
I glanced down myself, slightly shy and humbled by her praise. What I wouldn’t give to hear her say that every day. Unbidden, the thought of her leaving popped into my head. What if she didn’t want to see me again, be with me this way? I had to do something to get her to stay, to hopefully make her see that I was a good man. That I could be hers.
I summoned up the courage to clear my throat and, quietly, I said, “You know… it might take more than two times to make a baby. Who knows if the first two times worked. We should probably try it again, just to be safe.”
Tori started to fidget with her napkin, looking down at her lap. Within seconds, though, her shyness melted away into a look of a pure sex goddess and she peered up at me through her lashes.
“Why not?” She laughed at herself, apparently making a joke I was unfamiliar with, and moved to stand. In one swift motion, she walked herself over to my brown microsuede sofa, stripped off my T-shirt, and kneeled on the floor.
“What are you waiting for?” she challenged as I sat stupefied at the breakfast table. I was out of my seat and stripping off my pants in a matter of seconds. Once I reached her, I leaned forward and grabbed her face roughly. As our lips met, our tongues entwined and I kissed her for all I was worth. The heat in our bodies and mouths built and, within a matter of seconds, both our mouths were swollen and bruised. I’m going to make a lasting impression on you, one you won’t forget.
I smoothly traced my arms up her back, not breaking my forward momentum, and I grabbed her by the shoulders to turn her towards the couch. Her hips met the edge of the cushions, her breasts laid flat on the seat of the couch, and her glorious ass was in full view.
Rather unceremoniously, I spread her legs wider, gaining more access to her ass, her sex, the arch of her back, and her thighs. She wiggled, trying to spread wider or hide herself from view, I wasn’t sure which.
“Calm down, Tori, I just want to enjoy the view.” At the command, her skin went hot and I grinned. She wiggled again, stiffened, and let out a sigh. Tori took a peek over her left shoulder and saw me standing there, staring at her ass and the peek of her folds. Our gazes were vulnerable and yet heated, a combination that made me feel that connection I felt in the bathroom at the clubhouse. This just works. We are good together.
“Wyatt?” Tori asked, sounding vulnerable and slightly unsure of herself. Her hair had tumbled down her back, so long that it caressed her waist and trailed down her sides, hiding the view of her perfect, round tits. I visibly shook myself and approached, dropping entirely to my knees behind her. My hands grazed from her heels, over her calves and thighs, and came to rest on her ass. I could hear her breath quicken as I tightened my grasp to spread her ass with one hand. My other hand came to rest firmly on my cock.
I directed myself to her sex, my hardness meeting her soft core in a way that almost made both of us come. She arched her ass up to meet me and I brought my chest down to lay flush on her back. We just sighed together for a moment. I took full advantage of her relaxed muscles to quickly guide myself into her in one swift pulse. The return of her sex’s heat was so welcome that I felt a roar threaten in the back of my throat - God, sex has never felt this good before.
With the new angle, my dick had no problem sliding entirely into her and I filled her to brim. The tip of my cock pounded against the top of her canal and I slid in and out, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Soon, I had to brace myself against her hips, pulling myself against her as I thrusted harder and harder.
Soon, the tension of our fucking reached critical mass and all the nerve endings in my body tensed, ready to explode. I leaned forward over Tori, reaching around to her front and grasped both her tits in my large, calloused hands. The contrast felt amazing; soft skin against rough, tender against hard. I held her soft, full breasts tight, so tight, and rested my head against her neck, trailing wet kisses behind her ear and to the base of her skull. I pounded into her twice more, my dick hitting the top of her canal hard enough that I knew she’d have a hard time walking out of my house. Good, said the caveman in me.
Tori forced her face into the fabric of the sofa, presumably to stop herself from screaming. I suddenly felt the tension inside her kick up a notch, felt her sex clench around me. Suddenly, I felt like screaming, too, and leaned forward to pant into her hair, pressing my mouth into her skin. As I kissed her on the neck, I felt her fall apart, her arm muscles clenched around the sofa for dear life. The orgasm rippled through my dick and I jerked against her, tightening through my neck and arms. The small of my back and my calves cramped as the orgasm rocked me and I felt a last wave of energy fly through me.