“Fuck.” He tosses the condom away and rubs the wet tip of his cock all over my ass before aligning it with my opening. “Are you comfortable in this position?” he asks quietly, his voice so strained and needy, I quake with want.
“Yes, please, Wes. Please put your cock in me,” I plead, my voice a low needy whisper.
He jerks his hips forward and slides into me. I’m so wet he easily glides all the way in, despite the way my legs are clamped together. Everything about this feels deliciously dirty as he begins to pump, long hard strokes, but what I like the best is the raw, animalistic grunting sounds he’s making.
I move with him, rocking to meet each hard thrust, and once again I start clawing at the table as pleasure builds, my nipples roughly rubbing against the hard wood.
His big hand splays on my back, and the warmth spreads through every cell in my body. I whimper quietly, loving everything about this.
We move in sync, our moans of pleasure merging in the dome, not a care about us, other than pleasure. He reaches around my body, and his finger sluices over my wet clit, and I cry out louder. I’m sure our neighbors can hear, I’m sure I scared all the seals back into the water, but I can’t seem to help myself.
“Yeah, just like that,” he encourages me as my muscles clench around him. I take a fast breath and when I let it go, my body lets go with it, my hot juices coating his pistoning cock. “Fuck, you are scorching.”
He thickens inside me, stretches me in glorious ways. “Fill me with your cum, Wes.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, his hands go to my hips for leverage, and he drives all the way inside me, releasing as he hits my cervix, which, catching me by surprise, brings on another full orgasm for me.
“Ohmigod, yes!” I whimper and rotate my hips as he spurts his seed inside me, his warmth traveling through my body, and awakening far too many things inside me.
I pant against the table, and he falls over my back. Soft fingers brush my hair from my face and neck, and he peppers me with open-mouthed kisses that leave my skin wet.
A moment later, he lifts himself, pulling me up with him. He turns me, picks me up and sets my bare ass on the table. Without words, he slides his hand around my neck and presses soft lips to mine for a kiss so tender and gentle, a kiss so steeped in need and openness, my heart does a somersault.
He inches back, his eyes darker now, sated, as they move over my face. A grin slowly shapes his mouth. “I kind of just ravished you.”
“I kind of just let you.”
“I’d say I’m sorry, going at you like a damn caveman, all sweaty like this. I’m just not sure I am.”
I run my finger down his glistening chest. “Didn’t you know that was the best part for me?”
He laughs, slides his hand around my neck again and kisses me. “I do now.” He taps my ass. “Why don’t you get a shower first, and I follow behind.”
I crinkle my nose. “I guess it is kind of small for two. I must remember that if I build more of these domes. I guess I didn’t have shower sex on the brain. We’ll miss out on that.”
“Or not.”
Before I can ask what he means, he slaps me again. “Now go, and leave it running, I’ll come in behind you.”
I grin. “That sounds interesting, and dirty.”
He laughs as I slip away, and jump into the shower. The water feels glorious against my flesh, and I let it drip down over my sex. But I don’t linger. Wes is waiting his turn and I have guests next door.
I wash quickly, and step out to find Wes standing there, his cock semi-hard. “You were watching this whole time?”
“It’s like you don’t know me at all,” he teases.
“I don’t really know you, Wes.”
His brow furrows for a fast second, and I can’t help but wonder what I said to upset him. He steps up to me, drops a soft kiss onto my mouth. “I’ll be fast. I know you’re anxious to get to the others.” My heart skips a beat at his thoughtfulness. His fingers brush my cheek and as I stare at him, a new kind of intimacy, closeness, a comfort that I’ve not felt with anyone in my entire freaking life cocoons me.
Oh boy, I could be in so much trouble here.
13
Wes
“Why does this bacon taste so good?” Charlie asks and stares at the thick, crispy pieces between her fingers like it might hold all the answers to the universe.