the moment and into his desire.
“Up,” he murmured, hoisting me
onto the table as he’d spoken. He stepped between my legs, bunching my short
skirt up around my thighs. “I need you. Now.”
“Yes, now.” I reached for the
button on his trousers, released it and his zipper. God, he was so hot. Like
this, in his work clothes, smart and businesslike yet overcome with longing…for
me. His cock was straining against the material of his boxers.
He shoved my skirt up around
my waist and yanked my knickers down. I kicked my left leg and he helped them
slip so they dangled from my foot.
“I’m so hard for you. Feel.”
He pushed his trousers to his thighs, reached for my hand and pressed it over
his boxer-clad dick.
I gave it a firm squeeze.
“So you are, soldier.” I
grinned, eager to get him buried deep.
He groaned and pressed me back
onto the table. The pine was cool on my butt, and his body was so hot over me.
I hooked my legs around his hips and slid my hand up the inside of his shirt,
spreading my fingers on the warm skin of his back.
“Give me your pussy,” he said,
pushing his boxers away, then aiming his cock at my entrance.
“It’s yours. Take it.” I
tilted my hips, braced, preparing for his thrust. I had a feeling it wasn’t
going to be a slow ride.
“Are you wet?” he asked, his
cockhead parting my first folds and easing in.
“For you.” My pussy was
quivering, my clit swelling. “Give it to me.”
He slid a hand beneath the
arch of my spine and gripped me. The other held the back of my head. I was
pinned to him. He kissed me with a ravenous hunger I hadn’t known before and
pushed in.
I tensed, held my breath,
struggled to be involved in the kiss as he shoved balls deep. The dense
filling, the stitch of discomfort and the absolute passion behind his force was
mind-blowing.
Almost immediately he
withdrew, barged in again, his balls slapping up against my ass.
I crossed my ankles at the
base of his back and hung on to him. He seemed so lost in me, so consumed.
He set up a wild pace, not
letting me shift as he plundered on and on. His need for me, his almost violent
want, was hugely erotic. He was grunting, groaning, and his dick, so thick and
hungry, dragged deliciously over my G-spot.
“Oh, God.” I gasped, breaking
the kiss. His body was rubbing against my clit. “I’m going to…” It was
building. The pressure of an orgasm growing.
“Yes. Come on my dick. My dick
that’s just for you now…hard just for you now.”
“Now, yes now, forever.” I
shut my eyes, the fire inside me raging with need for release.
“I fucking love your pussy,”
he said, his voice strained. He too was close. “I fucking love my cock in
cunt.”
“Coben…” I gasped. Orgasm
swept through me as his words echoed in my ears.
His thrusts grew even wilder.
The kitchen table creaked. He squeezed me closer still, trapping me to him.
“Ahhh…” He came, spurting into
me. “Ahhh, yeah, fucking hell…”
My pussy contracted around
him. Blissful spasms of release and tingles of pleasure swept through my body.
“You’re so perfect,” he
murmured against my ear, his breaths loud and hot.
“Ditto,” I said, opening my
eyes and staring at the white ceiling. My chest was heaving against his as I
tried to catch my breath.
“I don’t want anything to
change us.” He raised his head and looked down at me.
“Why would it?” I pushed my
hands through his hair and relaxed my toes, which had curled without me
realizing.
He frowned slightly. “Just
that…”
“What?”
“You know, since we’ve been
together I’ve been so happy. I don’t want that to change.”
“Me too. Happy, that is. And
it won’t change.” I swept my lips over his. “Why would it?”
Chapter Four
Coben and I peeled ourselves
apart. The bottle of beer had been knocked over and was dripping on the tiled
floor, creating a sticky amber puddle.
Coben tucked his softening
cock away and set about
“Up,” he murmured, hoisting me
onto the table as he’d spoken. He stepped between my legs, bunching my short
skirt up around my thighs. “I need you. Now.”
“Yes, now.” I reached for the
button on his trousers, released it and his zipper. God, he was so hot. Like
this, in his work clothes, smart and businesslike yet overcome with longing…for
me. His cock was straining against the material of his boxers.
He shoved my skirt up around
my waist and yanked my knickers down. I kicked my left leg and he helped them
slip so they dangled from my foot.
“I’m so hard for you. Feel.”
He pushed his trousers to his thighs, reached for my hand and pressed it over
his boxer-clad dick.
I gave it a firm squeeze.
“So you are, soldier.” I
grinned, eager to get him buried deep.
He groaned and pressed me back
onto the table. The pine was cool on my butt, and his body was so hot over me.
I hooked my legs around his hips and slid my hand up the inside of his shirt,
spreading my fingers on the warm skin of his back.
“Give me your pussy,” he said,
pushing his boxers away, then aiming his cock at my entrance.
“It’s yours. Take it.” I
tilted my hips, braced, preparing for his thrust. I had a feeling it wasn’t
going to be a slow ride.
“Are you wet?” he asked, his
cockhead parting my first folds and easing in.
“For you.” My pussy was
quivering, my clit swelling. “Give it to me.”
He slid a hand beneath the
arch of my spine and gripped me. The other held the back of my head. I was
pinned to him. He kissed me with a ravenous hunger I hadn’t known before and
pushed in.
I tensed, held my breath,
struggled to be involved in the kiss as he shoved balls deep. The dense
filling, the stitch of discomfort and the absolute passion behind his force was
mind-blowing.
Almost immediately he
withdrew, barged in again, his balls slapping up against my ass.
I crossed my ankles at the
base of his back and hung on to him. He seemed so lost in me, so consumed.
He set up a wild pace, not
letting me shift as he plundered on and on. His need for me, his almost violent
want, was hugely erotic. He was grunting, groaning, and his dick, so thick and
hungry, dragged deliciously over my G-spot.
“Oh, God.” I gasped, breaking
the kiss. His body was rubbing against my clit. “I’m going to…” It was
building. The pressure of an orgasm growing.
“Yes. Come on my dick. My dick
that’s just for you now…hard just for you now.”
“Now, yes now, forever.” I
shut my eyes, the fire inside me raging with need for release.
“I fucking love your pussy,”
he said, his voice strained. He too was close. “I fucking love my cock in
cunt.”
“Coben…” I gasped. Orgasm
swept through me as his words echoed in my ears.
His thrusts grew even wilder.
The kitchen table creaked. He squeezed me closer still, trapping me to him.
“Ahhh…” He came, spurting into
me. “Ahhh, yeah, fucking hell…”
My pussy contracted around
him. Blissful spasms of release and tingles of pleasure swept through my body.
“You’re so perfect,” he
murmured against my ear, his breaths loud and hot.
“Ditto,” I said, opening my
eyes and staring at the white ceiling. My chest was heaving against his as I
tried to catch my breath.
“I don’t want anything to
change us.” He raised his head and looked down at me.
“Why would it?” I pushed my
hands through his hair and relaxed my toes, which had curled without me
realizing.
He frowned slightly. “Just
that…”
“What?”
“You know, since we’ve been
together I’ve been so happy. I don’t want that to change.”
“Me too. Happy, that is. And
it won’t change.” I swept my lips over his. “Why would it?”
Chapter Four
Coben and I peeled ourselves
apart. The bottle of beer had been knocked over and was dripping on the tiled
floor, creating a sticky amber puddle.
Coben tucked his softening
cock away and set about
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