She groaned and pulled him closer, her fingers now moving from his back to his head, gliding through his hair, her fingernails lightly scratching his scalp. His body was wired, electricity jolting throughout. What is it about this woman? Admittedly, the only relief his cock had felt in a couple of months was his hand. Work had been intense, but the desire to find a willing woman for a one-night stress relief session had held little appeal—until tonight.
With Kimberly, all senses were on fire. A light floral scent filled his nostrils. Her skin was petal-soft underneath his fingertips, and her hair felt like silk. Her lips were nectar, and her green eyes held him captive. And now, with her sex surrounding his finger, he could barely contain his desire to sink his cock deep inside.
Her breasts seemed to swell as she inhaled deeply, crying out as her inner muscles clenched his finger.
“Oh,” she groaned, her eyes squeezed tightly as her body quivered underneath his. Panting, her gaze found his, and her lips curved into a perfect smile.
Sliding his fingers from her depths, he slipped them into his mouth and sucked her juices, grinning as she bit her lip and hissed. Leaning over, he kissed her again, allowing her to taste her essence on his tongue.
Glad he’d had the foresight to snag his wallet from his jeans before they hit the floor, he reached over to the side and pulled out several condoms. As he ripped open the packet and rolled it over his cock, he felt compelled to explain. “I keep ‘em with me, but it’s been a while.” He had no idea why that confession felt necessary, but her smile and the softening of her face made it worthwhile. Shifting his hips over her, he nestled his cock against her entrance.
Her fingers clutched his shoulders again, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “Your honesty deserves mine. It’s been a long time for me, too.” She lifted her knees, opening herself to him. “But I’m ready. And I’m glad it’s you.”
He fought the desire to plunge to the hilt and eased inside as her body acquiesced to his size. Her tight warmth nearly unmanned him, but he was determined to bring her pleasure again first. He was sure previous partners would not consider him to be a selfish lover, but the desire to take and give everything to Kimberly filled his mind.
Keeping his weight off her chest with his forearms planted beside her allowed him to watch her face. As he thrust, dragging his cock along her inner walls before plunging again, he was mesmerized by the honesty of her ever-changing expressions.
Eyes squeezed tightly shut, then popping open, allowing him to drown in their green depths. Sweet breath puffed over his face as she gasped. She nibbled on her bottom lip, causing him to lean over and lick the abraded flesh. And his favorite expression was when her eyes were pinned on his and her smile wide.
Shifting slightly to hold his weight with one arm, his free hand skimmed along her torso, over the mound of her breast, then squeezed between their bodies, close to where they were joined. His thrusts increased and he knew he was no longer going to be able to hold back his orgasm. His forefinger found her clit and he circled it gently, her cries creating a symphony as his body tightened and he groaned out his own release.
He continued to thrust until every drop had drained from his cock and his movements became languid. Every fiber in his body tingled and then, sapped of all strength, he collapsed on top of her. Barely registering the ‘umph’ leaving her lips, he found the energy to roll to the side, keeping his arms banded around her. Uncertain he would be able to move if his life depended on it, he was glad that she remained quiet, warmly snuggled against his chest, still joined in the most intimate way.
It seemed ages that he lay there trying to catch his breath. Awareness slowly crept over him in tiny increments, allowing his senses to engage. The scent of her shampoo. The light sheen of perspiration. The softness of her skin. The whisper of breath against his chest.
Rational awareness finally set in, and he needed to take care of the condom. He kissed her forehead and mumbled, “Be right back. Don’t move.”