He laid me down onto his bed and ripped my panties from my body. I could hear the fabric tearing and it was music to my ears. He pulled his own clothes off, the stitches popping in my ears before he fell against me. My hands rushed around his body as his cock pulsed against my damp folds.
I pressed my lips against his, tasting myself on him. Sweat covered our bodies, adding to the scent of the sex swirling around our heads. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him toward me.
Then he pressed into me, inch by inch, filling me with an electricity that curled my toes and forced my nails into his back.
Having him inside of me again, it was like he’d never left. His hips rolled against me and my heels pressed into his ass. He was hungry, devilish, greedy in the way he fucked me. My tits shook with every thrust and I could feel his hands gripping me tighter to gain leverage. I could feel my pussy throbbing around him, gripping him tightly inside of me and urging him to fill me with his seed.
“That’s it. Hold on, Brooke. I’ve got you.”
My head fell back and my body arched into his. My hands fisted his hair, pulling his face into the crook of my neck. He sucked a patch of skin between his teeth and bit down, locking my body up as another orgasm crashed over me. My legs pulled taut and my breathing stopped. My eyes widened, and I could see the determined pleasure written all over Kevin’s face.
But he wasn’t done with me.
That much I knew.
He slipped from between my legs and turned me over onto my stomach as his grip commanded my form. My hips rose into the air as his hands clamped down upon my hips, rendering me merciless to his touch. His hands kneaded my ass cheeks as a groan fell from his lips. My face was buried into a pillow and my hands were reaching for anything I could use as leverage.
Anything to brace myself for the onslaught I knew was coming.
He slammed his cock into me and I moaned desperately into the fabric beneath my lips. His hips connected with mine as skin slapping skin filled the room. His balls were smacking against my clit, driving me wild as my toes began to curl. Juices were pouring from my body and drenching his, wetting the bed underneath us.
“Kevin. Yes. Holy shit… oh… right there. Harder. Harder, Kevin. Harder!”
He grunted as he gripped as hard as he could onto my skin. I knew I’d be looking at bruises in the morning, but I didn’t care. His balls were slapping my clit and his cock was stroking that beautiful place within my body. I pushed into the bed and leaned back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as his cock began to swell within me. I was breathless. Speechless. My throat was gripped with an ecstasy I hadn’t felt in years. My toes began to curl so tightly my legs cramped and I could feel Kevin’s hips stuttering against mine.
His body rocked against mine, burying himself inside me time and time again. I was wiggling and jolting as electricity took me over. I lost control of my body. I pressed myself up onto my hands and let my tits sway against the bed. I threw myself back into him as his arms wrapped around me, forcing me upright and against his chest.
His sweat intermingled with mine as my hands flew to his hair. I pulled his lips into my neck and he began to nibble against my skin. His stubble was intoxicating, and his tongue was hot. I ground my ass back into him, feeling his cock throb against my walls. He was groaning into my skin. Sending goosebumps fluttering on top of my skin. His hands massaged my tits and ran down the sides of my body before his fingertips parted my pussy folds.
And one stroke was all it took.
I fell over the edge as my eyes screwed shut. I gripped so tightly onto his hair I thought I was going to pull it from his scalp. His cock slid into me one last time before he stilled against me, his chest panting and his hands roaming my body. He wrapped me up in his strong grasp and peppered my neck with kisses. I felt the spurts of hot cum drench my pussy before it slid down my legs and dripped onto the sheets of his bed.
And everything was silent.
Nothing except the swirling of our sex-stained air and the panting of our lungs could be heard.
We collapsed to the bed, heaving for air and trembling against one another. I sank my face into his skin, drawing in the scent of his body. It had always been my favorite of his scents. Despite his expensive colognes and the flowers he would buy me to apologize, none of it compared to the vulnerability and salted sweetness of his skin after fucking me senseless.
I took in as much of it as I could before he rolled off my body.
I closed my eyes and saw a story beginning to unfold before my eyes. I saw a woman on an island with her hair blowing in the breeze. I saw a sheer wrap fluttering around her body. I saw her hair cascading in the wind.
And off in the distance, I saw a man, with his eyes trained on her instead of the beauty of the rising sun.
There it was.
My story.
“I can’t stay,” I said, breathlessly. “I have to go.”
“I know. It would be confusing for the kids to see you waking up here.”
“It would, yes.”
“Has inspiration hit you yet?”
“What?” I asked.