drew her closer before thrusting himself into her. He kissed her neck and she groaned when his tongue made contact. She whimpered before her head fell back with a soft thump on the door.
He squeezed her and her entire body began weeping with desire for him. His hard length pushed through all the material and fabrics, right into her. She ground her body against his, getting breathless and dizzy in the sensuous feelings he created.
His mouth found hers again and his hands were shaking. Why? Was it his unbridled desire for her? He fumbled with his pants and she held onto him, distracted by his tongue diving deep inside her mouth and drawing hers into a sensuous dance. Weird colors started streaming behind her eyelids. He was so good at this. Too good. Too fast.
His hands unceremoniously began loosening the top button of her jeans. He kept kissing her but both hands worked on her jeans, pushing them down her legs as far as he could reach. Their lips never parted and Kayla pulled her pants further down until finally, she managed to get one leg entirely off. That was enough.
He had a condom already in his hand. Still kissing her, he unwrapped it before hastily slipping it over himself and tightening his arms around her. Gripping her ass, he pulled her up towards him. She let him. Kayla eagerly wrapped her legs around him as he pushed inside her. Hard.
He had to balance her back against the door and her front on him, which he did quite well. Becoming fully sheathed inside her wet opening, he paused and ripped his mouth off hers before pressing his forehead on hers. She stared up at him through her lashes. She was dazed and the glaze in her eyes indicated she was extremely turned on.
Her body easily received him and he slid into her slickness, which felt as if she used a whole half bottle of lube. How could he do that to her with so little foreplay? It wasn’t usually so easy for her. Or the men she slept with.
He was breathing hard and his arms were half supporting her and half pushing her into the bedroom door. Her door. “Feels… so… good!” he gasped before his mouth sought hers again. He held her like he needed her as much as a plant needs water.
His body withdrew from hers before he pushed himself back in hard. She hit the door and pulled her mouth free of his, biting her lip to restrain a scream. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. “The bed… someone will hear…” she gasped between heaving breaths.
He didn’t bother with the bed. Somehow, they landed on the floor and she positioned herself on the carpet, still wearing her shirt with her jeans on one leg, and her socks too but no panties. He shoved himself deep inside her and her bare bottom slid on the carpet. He started pumping his hips into her. It wasn’t planned or well-choreographed. It was jerky and hard… too hard. Kayla expected to find a rug burn on her bare bottom. He leaned over her, burying his face into her shoulder before he went even harder at her.
Selfishly, he used her body to get what he wanted. Slamming into her over and over, he grunted and pushed so hard, his whole body shook. His mouth devoured hers and she suspected he did it to muffle his own moans as he straightened his body, grasped her hips and drove his shaft fully into her. Yeah. Definitely getting rug burns.
The crazy part was: her delighted body was hot, dripping and ready for him. The sensations he created were unimaginably hot and wanton.
He collapsed on her, completely withering like… well, hell, like a deflated erection. She almost giggled at the silly comparison.
It was hot and nice but she didn’t have three orgasms like she did the first time… Wow, the potential was definitely there, however, and she knew it would return again.
Then Jim started to back off and when she saw his expression, her heart dipped. He was all business. He moved away from her and grabbed his pants, all but jumping to his feet and sliding them up his long legs. He had them zipped before her befuddled brain could register what happened, never mind that it was already done. DONE! Jim didn’t mess around with little things like feelings. Her wants and needs, even a freaking pat on the head or a