“Same thing!” I called over my shoulder. But I slowed down. “Too fast for you?”
He jogged up next to me. “How does that bra keep you so supported?”
“Technology.”
“Your tits are barely moving.”
“They’re bionic, too.”
He laughed.
Cary had to stop, a few times, to “catch his breath.” Which was not because of anxiety. It was because his cardio was for shit.
“You need to get out more,” I informed him.
“Quit making me laugh,” he complained.
I’d made him laugh several times in my quest to keep him distracted and happy, and hopefully make him enjoy this experience, but it just made him run out of breath.
“Aren’t you a vocalist?”
“So?”
“So, I bet if we amp up your cardio game, your vocals improve.”
“That might be true if I was singing onstage every night. But in the studio… I doubt it.”
“Doubt all you want,” I said.
At that point, he seemed to get mildly annoyed with me.
“Come on!” I sped up, egging him on. “Home stretch. Final push. Pick up those feet.”
Then we basically raced back to his place. I would’ve liked to say I beat him there, but when he actually gave it his all, he kicked my ass. He was through the gate and already halfway up the driveway by the time I reached the property. I caught up to him at the front door as he worked his key in the lock.
Then I shoved him out of the way and sprinted for the studio.
He caught me around the waist in the hall and I screamed. I managed to wriggle away, streaked across the great room and dove onto his bed just as he piled on top of me.
“She wins!” I cried as he flipped me onto my back. “Champion! First place!”
“Cheater,” he said and kissed me.
I kissed him deeper, sucking his tongue into my mouth. “I want my trophy.” I was already tearing down his sweats and he was pulling up my shirt.
“Can’t believe you shoved me out of the way.”
“Obviously. That was the only way I was gonna win.” I grabbed his cock and gave him a tight stroke.
He peeled up my sports bra and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “You taste salty,” he groaned, like my sweat was delicious. He kissed his way down my stomach and I lost my grip on his cock. I groaned in complaint/pleasure.
Then he peeled off my pants, spread my legs, and shoved the crotch of my panties aside—so he could plunge his cock into me.
He fucked me just like that, hard and fast, one hand squeezing my breasts as he kissed me again, hungrily.
Whatever hesitation or niceties had made that first time sweet, semi-awkward and slow… they’d vanished. Or maybe they just melted away because we were both so burning up for each other.
“God, that’s hot…” I moaned, as he pounded into me. He didn’t even take my panties off. “But… the cotton is getting in the way of the naked clit-to-groin action.”
“Too bad,” he said, and kept pounding into me.
“You’re a jerk.”
“You love it.” He kissed me again, deep and possessive, like a conquering king.
And he was right, I loved his bossiness.
Then he slowed the pace of his kisses, slowed the thrust of his hips against me, and rolled to the side, taking me with him. We lay facing each other on our sides, my leg tossed over his hip, as he fucked me at a much slower pace. I snaked my arm up his back, inside his shirt. He slid his hand down to tug my panties out of the way and drifted his fingertips over my clit.
“Better?” he said softly between kisses, as his fingers drew warm little circles.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
He kept touching me like that, kissing me, until I grew breathless and I started to bear down on him. I squeezed his cock with my inner walls, trying to get more, to feel more, to feel everything, as he ground slowly in and out… I could feel the head of his cock, the thick ridge, stroking in and out, massaging me… and then I came. He buried himself deep inside as my pussy spasmed and the pleasure shook through me. He was watching me, pressing kisses to my face.
“More,” I gasped. “Harder.”
He shifted his hips, rolling on top of me and pressing me down to the bed with his weight. I spread my legs wider to take him and he pounded into me, slowly. The orgasm kept rolling through me.