After we finish breakfast, I clear our plates and she cleans up the island. Looking over at her body pressed against the granite of the countertop, I lose it. I pin her against it, pressing my already hard cock into her backside.
She turns in my hold and I claim her mouth, pulling her pants down in the process. She does the same to me, removing my shorts, gripping my cock as we kiss. Our mouths tangle and I can’t wait to fuck her.
Lifting her up, I don’t waste any time sinking inside of her. The walls of her * are heaven. She throws her head back bracing her weight on the countertop. I love the sight of her uncovered breasts, taking them in my hands, squeezing the hard mounds, watching confidence beam out of her as we fuck. She’s perfect.
My cock pulsates. I’m so hard inside of her, loving how eager she is as she helps me, working her hips against mine.
“Harder, Bain,” she murmurs, in between soft noises. I give her what she wants and move her legs at the same time running them up my chest so they rest on either side of my head.
“You want it harder?” I ask, stopping completely with my cock buried all the way inside of her.
“Yes,” she shouts. Before I move, I open one of the drawers and pull out the first thing my hand touches – a wooden spoon.
Listening right away, I pick up speed, allowing her cunt to take me out of this world and simultaneously smack the side of one of her ass cheeks with the spoon.
“Fuckkkkkk, yes,” she shouts and I hit her again, then move to the other side and then her breasts. I’ve never done anything like this, but the way it turns her on makes me extremely excited.
“You like this, don’t you?” I question breathlessly.
“Mmmmhhhhh,” she moans.
Taking a fistful of her hair, I control her and take us both away from the pain and the agony that is reality. With my cock moving in and out of her, it feels so right. All that’s left in the pain’s place is pleasure; it surges to the tip of my dick.
In this moment while inside Arion, I find the pleasure I’ve been searching for with pills. A high that will mask all of my pain. And she has given that to me. I don’t know how, but she’s so unexpectedly and so quickly has become a drug to me. Although the pleasure we share can’t last forever, I’ll take it any way I can get it right now. I know with her fears, she’ll end things sooner rather than later, so I indulge while I can.
With my hands secured tightly around her hips, I fuck her fiercely, giving her all of my ten inches. She doesn’t complain, she just takes me, moaning, “Fuck me, Bain.” Over and over.
Finally, I have to slow; I can’t keep going at this speed. She’s about to make me lose it as she clenches her cunt around me and I’m not ready. With slow movements, I spread her *, watching my cock move in and out of her.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I murmur.
She doesn’t respond with words. However, she does with cries of passion, throwing her head back as she lets her orgasm take over. These actions push me right there with her and we come together. I grunt like an animal as I pump myself bit by bit inside of her. Slowly, I ease my way out of her amazing cunt and she sits up off the granite countertop. I look down at her as she kneels in front of me, then swirls her tongue over the head of my cock. Watching her lick off both of our arousals is such a fucking turn on.
After we dress, I convince her to leave the house with me. I have some shit to do for my mom and I don’t want to do it alone. Arion can sense that and I’m grateful. Regardless of the sex, I’m lucky to have her as a friend. It helps to have her next to me in the car. I enjoy her company and how she keeps my mind off of all the bad shit in this world.
“Are you sure you’re okay with me doing this with you?” she asks hesitantly. I nod my head and feel bad that this is the first time we get to venture out during the day, and we have to do something like this.
Reaching over, I rest my hand on her thigh. Her generosity is really too much. She didn’t need to come; in fact, I don’t even know why she did with her fears and all, then she asks if I’m okay with it. Deep down, I’m thankful, I don’t know if I could do this alone. My mom asked me to take pictures of the house and the area where Kinsey chose to take her life. I myself have mixed feelings about doing it, but my mom, on the other hand, believes it will help her recovery and the counselors at the rehab center also agree. So if this will help her, then I’ll do it, even if I’m uncertain.
“How are you feeling about doing this?” she asks.
“I really just wanna get it done with.”
“If it’s easier, I can take the pictures for you,” she offers reaching down and intertwining our hands.