Her breath tickles my ear as she innocently and sincerely asks, “Is this okay?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I pull her in for a deep kiss, my tongue finding hers. She speeds up as our kiss intensifies. The gentle, wave like motion of her knowing hand is now pulling me into some deep, dark pit of desire I can’t escape. As my heart starts to pound, my body clenching, I place my hand on hers and stop her. She returns quickly back to my lap and waits for my next move.
I find the zipper of her strapless dress and yank it down quickly. She wiggles out of it, keeping her black heels on. I unhook her black bra, sending it flying to the floor. Her naked chest is a thing of beauty. They’re the perfect size for my hands to grab ahold of and massage as I place her nipples in between my pointer and index finger and roll them out with the motion.
Her head tips back in pleasure, bringing her breasts towards my face. I take a deep breath of her in. She smells just like she tasted earlier – like honey and milk and sweet nectar. I let go of one of her breasts and circle my tongue around it, tracing a line straight to the tip of her hard, brown nipple. As I reach it, she lets out a small shout of pleasure and then hums to herself as I begin to suck gently on the coffee-colored tip.
My other hand finds her panties. She doesn’t need a warmup – she’s practically swimming in her own juices. I move the lace out of the way, releasing the strong, musky scent. I run one finger up her slit, causing her to gasp – and without warning, I lead her directly to my already hard cock. I let go of her breasts and lean her back towards the end of the bed to watch as I enter her tight * slowly, admiring how she takes every inch of me in.
When I’m fully inside of her, I pick her back up and lead her hips. She’s slow to move; I can tell she just wants to feel me push deeper into her, not impale her. But I want action. I don’t give her the option. I forcibly lift her, bringing her up towards the tip of my cock, and then let go so she crashes on top of me. She catches on, using her knees to propel her up and nearly over my cock.
She’s like an animal as she rides me. She doesn’t stop or hesitate. She doesn’t even look to me to set the motion. Once she knows what she’s doing, she takes control. And I let her. I sit back, watching her take all of me, every bit of my cock.
But I can’t let her have all the fun. As she's in mid-ride, I stand up, taking her with me. Her * is pushed deep up against my shaft as I drive her towards the wall of my bedroom. Her body hits with a bang as she wraps her arms around me. I hold her hands above her head as I begin to dive farther into her.
“Cal!” She cries out at me as I watch her face transform, “Cal! Fuck!” She manages to break her arms free as she claws into my back. Her head tilts to the side like a doll as I feel her go limp in my arms. I hold on to her tight as we fall back towards the floor. I continue to ride her until it comes over me, too. All the adrenaline, all the anger and anxiety, all the pain and pleasures of her body and mine – it takes me over, forcing my body to fall on top of hers.
We lay there, the two of us, her body blazing hot against mine. I look up to see her panting fast, her mouth open in surprise. I smile wide, pulling her in for a long, juicy kiss as she struggles to come up for air.
Chapter 10: Safehouse
MICHELLE
“What…was…that?” The air had been completely knocked out of me when he threw me up against that wall. My mouth is dry, and my body is wet with sweat, but I feel completely and totally electric.
He pushes into me one last time, making sure to get the final feel of my body before slowly pulling out. With a small gasp, he replies, “You tell me, girl. I ain’t had it that good in years. Must’ve been the gunshots and shit.”
He rolls off of me and reaches towards where his jeans are still lying on the floor. He tosses me my bra and panties as I quickly pull them over my legs. I could lay here all night on this floor with his body beside me, but there are things at work that I can’t forget. Those gunshots weren’t just for play.
But I’m not exactly ready for reality. I giggle slightly as I ask, “So, let me get this straight. Your house gets shot at, and you have wild animalistic sex? Sounds like a hell of a sex life.”
“You know it. That’s how I roll.” He pulls the shirt over his thick abs and arms and then tucks it in around the front. Purposefully sloppy – now that’s something I just don’t understand.
I brace myself. I’m going in, “You do this with all your motorcycle girls?”