Page 24 of Seeking Her Studs

I feel her hands glide along my hips, grazing the muscles that are tight and ready to go. She finds the dip in my back and I fucking see stars as she pulls me into her. My length enters her inch by inch, parting her tight walls as she adjusts her hips to accommodate me.

We both inhale roughly when my cock is completely in her, filling her to the brim. I lower my head and find her lips. We kiss long languid kisses, not moving our bodies yet, just letting her pussy soak my cock in her juices.

Our kisses get hungrier and the small rocking friction our bodies are creating breaks my discipline.

“I want to fuck you now,” I plead.

“Then fuck me.” She whispers, sounding just as desperate.

I grip my fingers into her ass to pull out, and then slam back into her. She gasps and I do it again, this time finding our rhythm. I kiss down her neck and her clavicle until I find the pebble of her hard nipple and twirl my tongue around it.

Without seeing her, I can feel every tremor from her body and my body reacts, giving her what she wants, where she wants it. I feel her grinding against me every time I push deep into her and I want to give her clit what it damn well deserves.

I risk majorly fucking up in the dark when I pull her off the table. I turn her around and put one of her knees on the built-in kitchen bench and pull her other legs up over the table.

“What in the hell?” She laughs.

“You’ll see,” I nip at her ear.

This camper is a shitty place to have sex, but I think I just found the silver lining. Non-movable furniture allows us into positions we normally never could. Her legs are spread wide open and I find her entrance and push in from behind. Then I wrap my hand around her chest and hold her body against mine as my other hand finds her clit.

I push into her as I massage her between her legs.

“Damn it,” her voice is a mix between a shout and a moan. “You’re a genius.”

“Mm,” I groan as I feel her body clenching around my cock. “I’ll remind you that you said that later.” My voice comes out in short breaths as I feel my composure slipping.

I slam into her harder and her hips begin to rock wildly back and forth. Her legs fight to close, an involuntary reaction to her impending orgasm, so this time I push her deeper onto me, keeping her legs spread out by the table.

This pushes her over the edge. Her body trembles and her body clenches around my cock.

“Fuck, Blaire. Where do you want me to come?” My voice is strained.

“Birth control. It’s fine. Inside me,” she yells, her hips bucking, trying to milk the come out of me.

There is definitely no way she is faking this orgasm.

And as much as I want to come inside her, I pull out and press the shaft against her ass as my come rockets out of me. I grip her waist and rock against her, complete bliss washing over me as I finally release a fucking half decade of lust for the woman whimpering under me.

I take a deep breath as the last bits of come drip out onto her back. She slides her legs off the table and straightens herself.

She lets go of a little cough, as if composing herself. I reach down and grab my t-shirt, mopping up the Jackson Pollock of come my cock just painted on her.

“Sorry, I just thought maybe you weren’t thinking straight and I felt like coming in you might be too much.”

She clears her throat again. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I got lost in the moment.”

Why does this feel so damn awkward right now?

We work best when we’re fucking. That’s for damn sure. So I go over to the bedroom and turn on the light. There’s a dusty sheet but when I pull it off, the mattress underneath isn’t so bad.

If we need to get reacquainted using our bodies, then that’s what we’ll damn do.

“Just give me ten minutes,” I say as I jump back onto the mattress.

She comes to the door frame. I admire her rosy cheeks and tousled hair in the dim light.

“For what?” She says, eyeing me suspiciously.

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