Page 94 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
A gasp tumbles out of her. “Lance ...” It's her dirty, moany, soft sex voice. I'm tempted to lick her to an orgasm but my cock fights for attention. Her fingers graze my shoulders until I stand up with a warm foil packet.
“Do you think it will still be okay?” She’s stroking my hard cock with her soft hands, her grip firm as she works it. I don’t have the staying power to let her keep doing this. My pent-up frustration threatens to spill and I begrudgingly move her hand away before rolling a condom on. I don’t have the time or patience to carry her to her bed, and as if she’s not teased me enough already, she parts her legs even wider, opening like a flower.
I lose it, what flimsy shred of restraint I had. Positioning myself at her opening, I hold my breath. She stares at me, her eyes glazed. I push in, slowly at first, and the friction is beautiful.
Jesus.
She’s tight.
And at this angle, Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I slide in slowly then ram inside her to the hilt, losing control because she feels so good. She is soft and tight and hot and wet and I’m like a teenager on his first time, slamming into her with no finesse, only desperate need. A hunger that’s lasted years is finally being sated.
I kiss her with abandon, then suckle her breasts, going from one to the other as if I can’t make up my mind, as I thrust in and out of her. I want all of her. It’s beautiful, the friction between us. She makes me come undone, makes me lose my mind. Makes me unravel.
It's all a blur, the dryer vibrating, Megan jiggling around on top of it, and me ramming into her, with my hands under her thighs, I shift her down towards me, and she leans back until she’s almost horizontal. With her hands behind her for support, her naked breasts taunt me. I want to suck and lick them, and I will, I will but first … I angle her upwards towards me, and then I fuck her hard. I ram into her, over and over and over again.
She hangs her head back, sighing, her chest rising and falling, and I... as if needing a final caress, suckle her breasts, first one, then the other; I feast like a greedy man, then bring her up flush with my chest so that I can go deeper inside her.
She moans. I'm so deep inside her, it’s like we’re conjoined at the hips, like we’ll never come apart again, and then she convulses around my cock, her muscles tightening and shuddering, it’s a marvel how I can feel her doing this. She cries out, her moans and satisfied mewls piquing my arousal. I’m still moving in and out of her, not completely done, taking every last ounce of pleasure from her. I groan then, and we hold each other, my arms around her, her legs around me. Years of longing spilling out, being spent. Falling into blissful satisfaction.
“Fuck,” I mutter, because no other word comes to mind.
“Oh you did.” She lifts her face to mine and kisses me. Our lazy tongues mesh and mingle. It’s a messy kiss, wet and sloppy. “You fuck so good,” she whispers.
“It’s been years in the making, thinking about this.” I lick her lips. Her warm breath kisses my skin. She moans, and we sigh and stare at one another, our foreheads pressed together.
“You said you never thought about me.”
“That’s not what I said. I said I didn’t want to mess your life up by getting in touch with you. Didn’t stop me from thinking about you.”
She gives me her fullest smile. “Let's go to bed,” she says, while I am still inside her. I want to stay like this for longer. Her legs begin to wrap firmly around my hips again. My manhood stirs to life.
I want to fuck her in bed this time. I need more room, more space to properly feast on her. I lift her easily and carry her through the living room. She directs me to her bedroom and once inside, I carefully put her down on the bed, disentangling myself from her.
She's covered in a layer of sweat, and her pussy is soft and wet and ... I just want to curl up against her for now. Hold her in my arms and enjoy the feel of having her.
She plants her foot on my thigh before moving it and stroking my already stiff cock with it. A mischievous gleam lights her eyes. “Come again?”
“Oh, yes.” My hoarse reply coincides with the slamming of a door. Then I hear a voice and the hairs on the back of my neck lift as surely as my cock.
“It’s meeeeeee!” We hear a young woman’s cheerful voice. It’s as welcome as a bucket of cold water.
Not her goddamn friend, again?
Megan looks at me in fear.
“Fucking timing,” I growl, hating the interruption. Megan shoots out of bed, reaches for the duvet and wraps it around her while I stand confused, semi-hard and furious.
“Megan?”
The door opens and a young woman stares at me, her eyes falling to my cock as she gasps. I place my hands to recoup my modesty. It’s not her friend.
“What are you doing here?” Megan asks. “You told me you were coming on Friday.”
“I changed my mind.”
“You could have told me!” Megan yells.
