“I’ve tossed my jeans, and this is all I’ve got now,” I said. “I like them.”
“That makes two of us.”
He said to dress comfortably, but I had no idea what his plans were. “So what are we going to do?”
He walked toward me, slowly. Even his casual walk screamed confidence. “We were going to go to Worlds of Fun and ride the roller coaster. Now? I’m not sure, but we’re not doing that. At least not just yet.”
The roller coaster sounded like fun. I hadn’t ridden one since I was a little girl. I felt like jumping up and down and clapping my hands, but I didn’t. “Why not?” I asked.
He placed his hands around my waist, several inches above my jeans. When he touched me I tingled all over, and it didn’t seem to matter where he chose to touch me, or why. It just happened.
“I decided to do something else,” he said.
I’d already forgotten what we were talking about. When he spoke, the topic returned to my mind, but with his hands on me, it no longer mattered. I didn’t care about the roller coaster. Or anything, for that matter. Not even a little bit.
I sighed. Not because I wanted to. Just because. It sounded like a fluttering breeze. “Never mind,” I murmured.
His hands moved down my waist until his thumbs were beneath my jeans and resting in the depressions beside my hip bones. “I like touching you.”
It tickled. I flinched. It seemed to fuel him to continue.
My lips parted. “I...”
The tips of his thumbs moved in small circles against the skin of my hips. He leaned toward me. His warm breath against my neck caused me to knock my knees together. Instantly, my pussy ached.
I gazed along my entry hall and wondered at what point I turned to face the interior of my home, and not the door. We were so close to leaving when he began to admire me, and then everything stopped. We were so close. Mere feet from departure.
I closed my eyes.
His thumbs softly slid down along my hips, taking my perfect mixture of leggings and jeans with them. I remembered I wasn’t wearing panties, and grinned to myself at the thought of my choosing not to.
My legs felt weak, and from the fear of falling alone, I kicked off my heels. In an instant, I was naked from the waist down. I opened my eyes.
Michael was a magnificent man to look at. The perfect combination of innocent good looks and strikingly handsome features, coupled with my knowledge of his abilities, made watching him do anything a pleasure.
He removed his shirt and tossed it beside my pants. His upper body resembled a wedge in shape—his broad chest tapering into his upper torso, and his washboard abs leading to the muscles at each flank that formed a perfect V shape just above the waist of his jeans.
“Don’t move,” he whispered.
I chewed on my quivering lip and waited.
He shoved two fingers into me, forcing me to draw an unscheduled breath and close my eyes again. As he tickled my G-spot with the tips, a tingling sensation shook me to my core.
With his chest against me, he nibbled on my earlobe, his breath sending chills up my arms and along my lower legs. I wanted him to take me. It seemed we were mentally, physically and sexually in tune with one another. I never seemed to wait long for him to fulfill my desires.
His fingers continued to satisfy me until a ringing filled my ears. An orgasm soon escaped, feeling almost as if it ran along my skin, and not from deep within me. Startled, I opened my eyes.
He stood before me with his cock in his hand. His cheek brushed against mine as he pulled his mouth from my ear. Our eyes met. I wanted to say something, but realized often with Michael I was incapable of saying a single word.
My eyes fell to his cock-filled hand. “Give...”
And he did just that. He pushed me into the door forcefully, but not violently. The thrusts that soon followed, however, were a different story. With my back against the wall and his hands cupped around my lower thighs, he held me suspended above the floor with my legs slightly bent.
I felt slight pressure as he penetrated me, and gasped at the feeling of being completely filled with his entire length in one thrust. His hands moved up my thighs, eventually resting against the bottom of my ass. The tips of his fingers dug into my flesh, spreading me wider and stretching me to a state of arousal I had never known.
His mouth encompassed mine. Our tongues intertwined. My subconscious drifted to a euphoric place, attempting to process the kiss, while my mind was all but required to focus on him fucking me.
Each savage thrust lifted me up the wall and forced the breath from my lungs.
Rhythmically, they continued, one after another.
I dragged my fingernails along the muscles of his back. We were no longer human. We had become two wild animals mating out of instinctive desire. The sounds of fucking echoed throughout the hard surfaces of my home while the scent of our sex filled the air.