I nodded, beyond words.
Then he moved his thumb away. It was the saddest thing ever. The back of his hand brushed against me, doing something. Without his interference, my underwear slid back over, a line of elastic dissecting my swollen labia. Not cool.
Before I could fix it, his fingers returned, pulling it back out of the way. The smooth broad head of his cock dragged across my clit, between the wet lips of my sex. And yes, hells yes. The moment I could, I slowly pushed down, taking him inside. My eyes rolled back into my head it was so good. Delicious, glorious, and all these things and more. I’d never felt anything like it. His hard cock sliding into me was pure bliss and I never wanted it to end.
I whimpered and moaned like a wanton hussy.
He swore up a storm.
If any neighbors, astronauts, or heavenly deities were out there watching, they had to be jealous as hell.
His free arm slid around my waist, holding me to him in an almost brutal embrace. Like I had any intention of trying to get away. The feel of him stretching me, filling me up inside, was just too fine. Every vein in his dick seemed tantalizingly magnified. My back arched, pelvis trying to rock but not getting far. Interior muscles clutched at him in pain and pleasure. I ached inside and only he could make it better. In frustration, I twisted against his hold, writhing on him.
It was sweet torture.
“I need to move,” I pled, pressing my mouth to his face, kissing every inch of skin I could reach. Stubble scratched my skin, but no matter. “Vaughan?”
The controlling bastard tugged on my hair, turning his face to claim my mouth again. I kissed him as savagely as I could muster. Tongue stroking over his teeth, then tangling with his. Teeth grazing his firm bottom lip. Liquid copper hit my taste buds. I must have reopened his busted lip. Oh well.
“You going to fuck me, dirty girl?” he asked, voice guttural.
“Yes,” I hissed back at him. Partially plotting his death, but mostly just orgasms.
“How hard?”
“Hard. I promise, so hard. Let me go, Vaughan.”
“Say please.”
Bastard. “Please.”
“Do it.”
His arm relented, setting me free. And I grabbed hold of his shoulders, using them for leverage as I rose and fell on his cock. I might not make it into the Kentucky Derby, but I did ride Vaughan into the ground.
Literally.
Grass and dirt were pulverized beneath my knees as I pounded myself down on him. I clasped at him with my insides. His moans were music to my ears. Skin slapped against skin, sweat poured out of both of us. Nothing mattered. Only feeling him inside of me and coming. Hands gripped my breasts, squeezing and molding them over the fabric of my dress and bra. It wasn’t enough. I took control and pushed him back, angling my body forward. All the better to grind my clit against his pubic bone.
Yes.
A groan was torn from my throat. Nerve endings sizzled, hot pleasure pouring through me. It kept on building, getting bigger and higher and even more amazing. His hand cupped my face, trying to move with me, to keep the contact. His gaze swallowed me whole. All the time I kept moving, fucking him hard like he wanted. Like we both wanted. The muscles in my thighs screamed bloody murder. But the light inside me grew hotter and brighter until it became a flash fire.
I saw nothing and felt everything. My whole body gripped by the shattering pleasure. I came and came until there was nothing left. The ringing in my ears went on for a while as I fell limp against him. His hips bucked against me, still shoving his hard cock in deep. Hands gripped my hips viciously tight. Then he came too, exhaling hard, chest rising steeply against mine. Strong arms clasped me to him.
The night pressed in around us once again. Just doing its thing.
Vaughan’s heart beat hard beneath my ear, the heat of his body keeping me warm. I don’t think I needed anything else. At least, not right now.
“Hell of a set of lungs on you. Neighbors are going to think I was trying to kill you,” he said.
“You basically were. It was terrible.”
He snickered. “Babe, you came so hard you nearly broke me.”
“Whatever.” Who even had the energy to fight? I’d worn myself out fucking.
Then I felt it. A thick liquid oozing out of me. The dreaded sperm.
“We didn’t use anything,” I whispered.
“Shit.”
*
The poor baby was seriously pissed off. Red-faced and wailing, shaking his tiny fists at the world. His mother didn’t look much better, pale and worn out. Given that they had such tiny lungs, infants could unleash an extraordinary amount of sound. An unfortunate thing for this hour of the night. For any hour, really.
“He’s teething,” the woman said, having caught me staring.
“Oh.”
Drool covered the baby’s chin.
“I guess that would hurt like a bi … bad thing.”