Beyond Eighteen(100)

“Babe, you’re so fucking hot. I need you, I need to be inside.”

She rose up on her knees enough so I could pull off my Calvin Klein’s. The air swirled around me and I about hit the ceiling. I knotted my hands in either side of her hair and pulled her down to kiss me.

“Take your panties off,” I demanded in her ear. “I want to feel you; I want to be inside you.”

Her breath caught. She wanted me as bad as I wanted her. She pushed back against me, her thin panties the only thing keeping me from entering.

“You have a condom?” she whispered.

“In my wallet,” I huffed.

She rocked her hips forward, stroking my length and making my attempt not to explode very difficult. I couldn’t take it. I caught her around her lower back and flipped her down onto the bed. She screamed. I told her if she was going to tease me, it was only fair if I teased her back. I needed to make love to her, but I also needed to make her feel how much I missed her.

With her eyes bound to mine, I ran my fingers down her chest, across her stomach, and to the side of her hip.

“Roll over onto your stomach,” I ordered.

I watched as she adjusted and turned over. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down, her ass so round, so perfect. I leaned down and kissed her at the base of her spine then I pressed my hands against her waist before I raked them down to her ass. She couldn’t see me, but I saw everything about her. The way her spine shifted as she moved, the goose bumps that formed across her flesh as my fingers massaged down between her legs. I pushed my lips to where her ass met her thigh.

“Push up on your knees,” I growled. No, I didn’t ask.

I looked at her face, covered with random curls across her red cheeks, as she shifted her hair away from her eyes and adjusted her body comfortably. Her lips pulled into a slight smile; I could tell she wanted whatever I was willing to give. I slid my hands across the backs of her thighs before brushing my fingers up along the insides of her legs, where her warmth waited for me. Her hips rocked toward my fingers, begging for just a touch, a gentle stroke of magic for both of us.

I pushed my fingers against her. I felt the damp desire to be fulfilled grow as I rubbed and played her into pants and huffs.

I rolled over on my back. Her hips still thrusting at the vacancy of my fingers, I slid up under her and grabbed around her ass. Her legs spread. I pulled her down against my mouth. She swayed and rocked. Her growls and moans drove me to the edge. Almost there, her body vibrating on the thin line of exploding, she pulled away.

“This isn’t fair,” she sighed as she turned around. Kneeling on the bed, she reached for me. I was rock hard before she even began to stroke. I pushed my head back into the bed and brought my hands to her thighs, my fingers tickling and brushing inside her. I wanted to make her moan. Her hand tight against me, I felt her mouth push down around me. Every cell in my body was electrified. She made something click inside as she ran her tongue across my length. I pulled her by the waist and pushed my tongue up between her legs. We were taking each other to the edge of never coming back…at the same time. She pushed down against me, I nibbled her with my teeth, she whimpered while pleasing me, I moaned as she took me, she thrust and pulled as I nudged and pulsed my tongue against her folds. I could feel by the way her body moved she was about to explode.

My hips thrust deep, her hips pushed hard; intense, wet, speeding, humming, heat. My body shook. Not pulling away, she consumed me. My eyes rolled back in my head and every moment that meant anything melted away when I came with Wilson. My muscles tensed as her body convulsed on top of mine, her hips splayed wide across my face, her muscles thick against mine. I kept nudging between her wet, warm legs, caressing the folds of her raw nerves, knowing there was another wave waiting to break against me. It wasn’t but minutes later that she detonated again, feral against my body.

“Oh, my God, holy shit, Max,” she kept moaning as her body shook uncontrollably across my chest. I knew where she was. It was an ecstasy she’d only experienced with me. An understanding passed between us, an unspoken reflection of what we’d just shared. Ragged breaths echoed through the quiet space around us until my voice broke the wordless moment.

“I bet you’re surprised I showed up,” I remarked as she aligned with me. She looked over—crescent eyes, worn expression, and breathing hard—words weren’t necessary. I knew I’d sent her out of this world…twice.

“Mmmm, you showed up in a big way. I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re here with me,” she said as she laid her head against my chest, her hair splayed across my neck.