She screamed loud and long, and I'm sure some of the people downstairs heard her, but I could not give two shits because this was the most perfect orgasm I had ever tasted. She came hard, and her juices were hot on my tongue. I hadn't known a girl could get so wet or come so hard, and as I sucked and sucked, I became delirious with desire.
When she tugged me upward, I didn't fight. I fumbled with my fly, ripping the zipper down. It was a miracle I didn't tear skin off in my haste to get my cock out. Reaching over I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it down.
Finally, I slid inside her. I nearly came right there. I was so fucking hard, so fucking ready that the first clutch of her sex was almost too much. I reached between us and pulled down on my balls…hard. The pain made the need to come recede just slightly.
"Sweetness," I begged. "Stop moving. Just for a second."
She was mindless, though, and gripped me harder. Oh fuck. I'd last longer the second time. I swore it.
I braced myself above her with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other. She cupped my neck and rose to press her lips to mine. I deepened that kiss, driving her into the mattress while I fucked her roughly with my cock and tongue. She took it all. Hell, she welcomed it.
Her eyes closed, and sweat dotted her forehead. With each thrust, she arched up. I watched her for as long as I could, drinking in the sight of her pleasure-drugged face until I could no longer see because my own desire blinded me. I worked her relentlessly, shafting her deeply until finally, finally, I felt her tense and clutch at me, signaling her own release.
I gave in then. I braced both my hands on the bed and drove into her like a battering ram, giving her everything, taking everything. She cried out my name again, and I shouted hers. The orgasm shot down my spine and into my cock, filling the condom until I swore it would leak out because I could not stop coming. I kept thrusting and fucking her until my arms and legs couldn't hold me up, and I collapsed a wet, wrung-out heap on top of her.
With my one tiny ounce of energy left, I pulled away even as her hips and legs tried to keep me inside her. "Condom," I muttered, and she released me with a disappointed sigh. I threw the tied condom in the trash and pulled her into my sweaty embrace.
We laid exhausted, kind of how I assumed beached whales must feel. Our chests heaved, breaths labored as if we'd swum the ocean or ran a thousand miles.
"Should we go downstairs?"
I didn't want to. "No."
"Is that your only answer tonight?" She huffed a small laugh.
"No." I pulled her closer to me and threw a blanket over us.
She placed her head in the hollow right below my shoulder and started dragging a fingernail over my chest. I could feel my stupid cock stirring in response.
"What are you going to do tomorrow?" she asked.
"You."
"Seriously."
"Seriously. After I catch my second wind, I'm going to carry us into the shower and make sweet love to you until we both pass out."
"Is that right? You think I'm that much of a sure thing?"
"I am." I shrugged. "How about I let you carry me into the shower and have your way with me?"
She pushed up and looked me over, slowly. My cock started standing up in response. "Do I get to tie you up? Whip you?"
"I'm okay with the tying up." I rose from the bed, reached over and slung her over my shoulder. "Not sure about the whipping." I gave her sweet ass a swat, and she yelped.
"Finn O'Malley, you put me down."
"What's your safe word?" I asked, setting her on the marble countertop of my sink. I reached into the shower and turned the hot water on. When I turned back, I caught her ogling my ass. I raised an eyebrow. She flushed but kept on staring.
A lot of guys went to the gym and sculpted their bodies, but I couldn't give a shit about that. I worked hard, lifting lumber and steel and ladders all day long. But I was glad my body made Winter's breath catch and her eyes fill with delighted wonder.
I walked back and pinched her thick nipples between my fingers.
"Your body is so fucking hot, Winter." I pushed her breasts together and licked the valley I made, still thumbing her hard tips. She moved restlessly. "What do you want, baby?" I whispered against her skin. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."
"You know," she murmured, tugging on my hair. If I looked up, she'd be bright red.
"How red are you up there cuz down here you're very rosy." Anything else I'd planned to say got cut off by the pounding on my door.
Winter didn't hear it at first because she canted her hips upward provocatively. "Why don't you see?"
I wanted to, but the pounding kept going. "Hold that thought."