She had never done this before, and it was so fucking hot.
“I want you inside me,” she said.
I leaned back, my dick hard and throbbing and ready for her. She put her hands on my shoulders and slid down onto me slowly.
“Fuuuuck,” she moaned as she took me completely inside her. She was breathing through her mouth, and the tip of her tongue was pressed against her top lip. I pulled her to me so I could suck on her tongue. Then I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up until right before I was about to slip out. I dropped her back down and she slid over the length of me. Each time I lowered her back down, I thrust up hard.
Then she took over, leaning forward and grinding her body into mine, taking me in as deep as she could. Her blonde hair danced across my chest. I wound my fingers in it, and I frantically took her breasts into my mouth, tasting salty sweat on her nipples.
She was riding me so sensually, I kept my eyes half open to watch her. She made two circles with her hips then thrust her pelvis forward, before repeating the process. Her breasts bounced, her body was shiny with sweat, and she was biting her bottom lip. God. She was so sexy. I used my free hand to find her, and my fingers rubbed her as she rode me.
“Oh, god,” she said loudly. “Don’t stop. That feels so good.”
She was slippery, but I rubbed and she rode, and then her whole body shuddered and she let out a loud, “Oh, fuuuuuuck,” before throwing her head back.
As soon as she did this I stood up, still inside of her, and lowered her onto the carpet. She lay back on the floor and opened her legs up, giving my body room to thrust deeply into her.
“Come inside me,” she said into my neck.
I took both of her legs and lifted them up, placing them over my shoulders. I leaned forward onto her thighs and began thrusting hard inside her wet pussy.
I was deep inside of her, and I pulled her legs together making her even tighter.
I could feel it coming quickly, I lowered her legs back down to the ground and leaned forward, hooking my arms up under hers and gripping onto her shoulders. She wrapped her legs around my back, and pulled me in hard.
This time I was the one loudly saying, “Oh, fuck,” as I came inside of her.
She closed her eyes and smiled as I came, pulling me more tightly into her until I was completely finished. Her legs lowered and I slid back and out of her body.
“Come here,” she said, sitting up. Her breasts were glistening with sweat, and her hair was damp.
She pulled me close and kissed me slowly. Her lips were salty, like the rest of her had been, and we took our time tasting each other.
We were both on our knees, naked and kissing in the living room. She broke off the kiss and leaned to the side on her elbows. Her right hand took hold of my semi-erect penis and she took me into her mouth once more.
“I love the way I taste,” she smiled, when she had finished cleaning me up. I grinned, shaking my head.
“I love it when you give yourself a compliment.”
I lay back onto the floor and she nestled in next to me on my right side. My arm wrapped around her and pulled her toward me tightly, her right breast resting against my chest. I kissed the top of her head. “I love the way you taste too. You have a hazelnut flavor.”
“What?” She leaned up to look at my face, and I tickled her until she squealed and settled back down.
“Hazelnut,” she repeated. I could feel her shaking her head. “You know I drink that in my coffee every day.”
“Well, there you go,” I smiled. “Hazelnut Holly.”
She bit my chest.
We stayed there on the floor, neither of us saying anything, both of us still naked and covered in sweat.
“We should have turned that fan on before we started,” she said, laughing. The fan was directly above us, resting as comfortably as we were.
“I didn’t know I was getting jumped the second I walked in,” I said. “You didn’t give me time to turn it on.”
“I’ll have to think further ahead next time,” she replied.
I smiled, even though she couldn’t see it, and tilted my head down so I could see her face.
“Are you saying we get to do this again sometime?” I asked.
“I’m thinking we should probably schedule something like this in, yeah.”
“I could probably live with that.”
Her right hand rubbed against my chest, and she let it travel all the way down to my hips.
“How was the funeral?” she asked.
“It was really nice. I mean, as far as funerals go.”
“Were you okay?”
These were the kinds of conversations we normally avoided. When we had dated, talking about feelings and frustrations had been off-limits. We kept ourselves busy with other things, and when we had issues to discuss, we avoided them. Needless to say, that was one of the reasons it didn’t work between us.