“Didn’t I undo this once already?” I complained, unbuckling him again. When I unzipped him and tugged down both his trousers and his boxers, his cock sprang free and I admired it, tracing the ridge around the head lovingly with my fingernail, seeing him shiver. I leaned in to kiss and lick the tip of his cock, hearing him sigh and feeling him shift his hips to press himself deeper into my mouth. I sucked him in as far as I could, gagging a little, and his eyes widened as my nose touched his pubic hair.
“Damn, girl,” he groaned, his hands in my hair, pulling me back up. “Come here.” I slid up to kiss him, trapping his cock between us and it pulsed against my belly as he ran his hands down over my back, my ass, clasping me hard against him. He tasted like alcohol and caviar and I sucked at his tongue as his hands rocked my hips, kneading his cock between us.
“Josh,” I gasped, begging with my eyes. “Please.”
“In the drawer.” He nodded at the night table. “Condoms.”
“It’s okay.” I shook my head, reaching down to grasp him, making his breath catch. “I’m on the pill.”
“If I had a dollar for every time a woman said that…”
“Trust me.” I stroked him slowly in my hand as I sat up, straddling him. “I need you. Inside me. Please.”
He hugged my hips in both hands, his thumbs on either side of my navel, watching as I rubbed him against the top of my cleft, teasing my clit. It was already swollen, so very sensitive, but I needed more of him-all of him.
“Slow,” he murmured as I positioned him against my hole. “Ahhh god… Janie…” I eased myself down, watching his face, seeing his eyes close, hearing his breath coming in slow shudders. When I had him all the way inside me, he pulled me down to kiss me, his mouth slanting across mine with a fierce longing. I whimpered when he thrust up, holding my hips still in his hands, working his cock up into my cunt.
“Oh yes,” I whispered, burying my face against his neck and letting him do the work, my breasts pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and we moved together, our bodies riding an invisible wave.
“You feel so good,” he panted, reaching down and gripping my ass, pulling me in tight, completely immersed in me. I wiggled on him, wanting, needing more.
“Let me ride you.” I kissed his shoulder, raking my teeth there. “I need to, please. Please.”
He let me go as I sat up on him, my thighs spread, rolling my hips. I moaned and closed my eyes as he squeezed my breasts in his hands. Then I really rode him, faster, deeper, harder, going down the length of his cock like a fireman sliding down a greased pole. He bit his lip, watching as I fucked him, taunting, teasing, rolling my hips against his.
“Janie,” he gasped, but I grabbed his hands in mine, palm to palm, linking our fingers and squeezing as I ground my pussy against him, feeling his cock moving deep, deeper inside. “Oh god, Janie…”
“Nn! Nn! Nn!” I mewed and quivered as I came, my pussy contracting around his cock, hugging it, the feeling of him inside me making my orgasm even more intense. He growled and rolled me, dazed, underneath him on the bed.
“Josh,” I gasped before his cock began pounding into me, his mouth pressed hard against mine. I took his weight, welcoming it, letting him fuck me, gripping him with my thighs, my legs going around his waist.
“Oh yes,” he whispered when I squeezed my muscles around him. He looked at me, his eyes searching mine. “Can you come again?”
I smiled dreamily, slipping a hand behind his head. “I can come all night.” He groaned happily, but I whimpered when he slid out of me. I didn’t want to ever let him go.
“This way,” he directed, rolling me to my side as he spooned me, his cock nudging between my thighs, searching for the sodden heat of my pussy. I reached down to guide him in and he hefted my leg as he entered me. He held me tight to him, and I felt the muscles in his stomach and chest working as he fucked me, his breath hot in my ear.
“Touch yourself,” he urged, but my hand was already there, rubbing the aching bud of my clit in time with his thrusts. Our bodies slapped together, growing slippery with sweat. “Come on, Janie,” he implored me, his breath panting fire against my cheek.
“I want to feel you come.”
I whimpered, closing my eyes and biting my lip, his cock driving, relentless, sending shockwaves through me.
“Please,” I whispered, rubbing faster, faster. “So close.”
“Oh Janie, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned, spreading my legs wider as he plunged in deep, grunting with every thrust.
“Now!” I cried, arching against him as I came, hot, delicious spasms clamping my pussy down around the swell of his cock inside of me. I turned my face into the pillow, trying not to scream with my release as Josh whispered my name over and over, wrapping both arms around me, holding me, rolling again so I was on top of him, back to front this time.
“So sweet,” he murmured, kissing my flushed cheek. He was still inside me, his thighs spreading mine, thrusting up lazily. I shivered, my pussy clenching again involuntarily, making him moan. “Janie, I…” He grabbed my hips, holding me still-I was rocking with him. I couldn’t help it. “Oh god… Janie, I want to come inside you so bad.”
“Oh yes!” I turned my face to his, my mouth against his ear. “Please, Josh. Yes, I want it. Please.”
He slid both hands down the front of my body, stopping to play with my nipples before settling into the groove of my thighs as he fucked me, my hips rocked forward to take him in as deep as I could. His breath sucked in sharply when I reached down to touch myself, feeling him going into me, slick with my juices.
“One more time for me, Janie?” He moaned as I rolled my hips against his thrust, my fingers slicking between my swollen lips.
“Maybe,” I murmured, squeezing his cock. “Can you hold out until I come one more time?”
He groaned softly. “I’ll try.”
“You do it for me,” I urged, grabbing his hand and pressing it between my legs.
“Rub it. Hard. Get me off.” He followed my motion, pressing his palm against my mound as I guided him, making flat circles. “Fuck me, Josh,” I begged, my hips rocking.
“Please. Don’t stop.”
“Oh god, Janie,” he panted, his breath coming fast in my ear. “I don’t know if I can…”
“Please!” I begged, writhing on top of him, my whole body quivering, even my voice wavered. “Pleeeeease!”
“Ohhhh fuck!” He thrust up with a deep growl and I actually felt his cock expand with the first eruption of his cum. “Janie-eee!”
“Yes!” I clutched his hand, making it into a fist and grinding my clit against it.
“Ohhhh god, yes, fill me, baby, fill me with all that hot fucking cum!” My orgasm rocked us both, and Josh held me tight with one arm wrapped around me, the other clenched between my trembling thighs. I felt his cum dripping out of me, each spasm of my climax sending more of it in a flood mixed with my own juices down my ass.
He wrapped both arms around me as I turned to kiss him, our lips salty with sweat. I smiled as I rolled to my side, so we were pressed belly to belly, still catching our breath, and picked a rose petal out of his hair, flicking it. It stuck to his chest and I laughed.
“Romantic idea,” I said. “But highly impractical. I’m covered in rose petals.” We both were-they were stuck all over us, arms, legs, hair-and I didn’t even want to think about the other places they might be hiding.
“You’re beautiful.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “There’s a tub fit for a princess in this bathroom. We can get clean before we start round two.”