Page 30 of Pour Timing

“Are you sure?” she whispers.

“Am I sure? Kylie, It’s always been you.”

She holds on even tighter, and I slam the door, keeping the rain at bay, and begin to walk us backward. I hear it on the windows, on the roof, but our moans and pants are louder. I feel like a teenager, this want and need is stronger than anything else, and I have to remind myself I’m a thirty-four-year-old man. But Kylie brings me right back to the carnal part of love.

“From the moment I knew you were back in Starlight, Matt, everything changed.”

She clings to me and there is no better feeling right now. But all I’m seeing is how it was. I need to focus on the here and now. Right now. How we feel, what we say. It’s a different time.

She kisses me again. It’s different this time. Like having a door swing wide open, welcoming in the love I once knew. My heart is racing as I pull back and ask, “Here?”

“Yes,” she breathes out as we tug at our clothes. It's a passion like I’ve never felt. Ripping her wet clothes from her body, we laugh as we fight with pulling her jeans off. She grabs for my t-shirt, and I kick off my sneakers. She’s down to her bra and panties, I’m in my boxers, and there’s no more wondering. The room is dim, only the bar light casting a soft glow and the occasional flash of lightning that cuts through the storm outside. Thunder rolls in the distance like some warning, or maybe it’s approval. I know what I want it to be.

But either way, even in the half-dark, I see her perfectly.

She’s gorgeous. Better than I remember. “You’re amazing.” She tucks her head into my shoulder, but I pull her back and let my gaze wash over her. “Let me see, let me remember.”

“It’s been so long,” she whispers.

“I know, but I’ve never forgotten how beautiful you are.”

And then I pull her straps down, palm her breasts as she pulls at my boxers. The first graze of her fingers along my cock makes me gasp, and I can't believe I'm here again.

My Kylie.

“This isn’t very romantic,” she says, and I laugh against her lips as she kisses me once again.

“What I want right now isn’t romantic.” I fall into one of the chairs and pull her onto me. She grinds against me. I pull her panties to the side, thumbing her clit, and she cries out. “Is this okay?”

“More than okay.”

I don’t think twice. I can’t think at all right now. I need to be inside her. Wondering whether it is a good idea to travel this road again will come tomorrow because right now, I just need her.

“Matt?”

“What?”

“Stop thinking and fuck me already.”

An emotion I can’t name bubbles through my chest. I grab my dick as she leans up on her toes and position it at her entrance before she’s coming down on me. “Wait, Ky. I don't have a condom.”

“I don't care. I’m clean and on birth control.”

“Oh fuck,” I call out and breathe through my nose trying to keep myself under control. My head falls forward against her breasts, and she tilts my face up to meet hers. Taking my lips in the sweetest kiss ever, she begins to rock her hips in a wave motion over me.

“Move with me.” She bites my bottom lip gently and I feel her smile against my mouth. I grab her hips and urge her to keep her rhythm.

“Ky.” I lean my head back, and her hair falls like a curtain around us. Her arms are draped over my shoulders and I have hold of her hips. I smooth my hands up her back, and she leans down to kiss me again. “I could do this all day. I always loved kissing you.” As she continues to ride me, I say, “I guess this is kind of like prom night, right?”

She giggles. “Yeah, that back seat wasn’t so spacious. Are you sure this chair will hold us?”

I thrust from underneath her and pull her hips down on me. “Let’s see how much it can take. I’ll gladly go down swinging.”

She holds onto my neck and drops her head back as her hips continue to work me just right. I take a nipple between my teeth lightly and flick with my tongue. “Matt!” she calls out, sitting upright, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and burying her head in my neck. “Do it. Make me come.”

I wrap my arms tight around her hips and piston up inside her. She matches my rhythm, and within moments I feel her squeezing my cock.

“Fuck! Kylie!” I yell out, and she whimpers.

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