She never finished the statement as her orgasm overtook her and her words became groans of pleasure. I continued to thrust my fingers inside her until her hips stopped bucking, and her orgasm subsided.
Recovering quickly, she pushed my hand away from her wetness, rolled me onto my back, laid down on top of me, and continued to kiss me hungrily. Her long tresses fell around both of our faces and shut out the rest of the world like a darkroom curtain.
I wasn't yet willing to relinquish the control over her I had worked hard to achieve, so I started to roll on top of her. "Oh, no, you don't!" she said as she checked the roll and tried to reverse the direction. As we kissed and molested each other with our hands, we rolled around on the floor, each refusing to relinquish control to the other.
BANG.
We hit the coffee table with our bodies, knocking off a few books and a few ugly knick-knacks I had picked up at Pier 1 (or was it IKEA?) to make the apartment a little more "girl-friendly." Now they were all over the floor, making the area we were rolling around in a lot less "fuck-friendly."
Seeing me distracted by the localized destruction, she quickly rolled back on top, planted her knees firmly on either side of me, and sat up looking very smug with herself. She looked around at the mess and laughed (probably because of my crappy taste in decorating). I locked my hands behind her lower back and pulled myself up to her, kissing her the exposed part of her breasts along my way up to her mouth. Before kissing me again, she whispered softly, "Now, are you ready for me to fuck the raging hard cock I'm sitting on, you crazy, sexy boy?"
"Nope." I chose this moment to slip a hand under her panties and press a finger firmly against her asshole. Her eyes went wide, and in that split second of surprise, I pulled my legs under me, put my arms around her, leaned forward, and put her right on her back -- her flailing arms finding the end table.
CRASH! Annnnnd, there went the lamp.
I made a quick mental note to keep us away from the TV, or I'd go broke repairing the destruction being left in the wake of our initial liaison.
I laid on top of her, kissing my way from her neck to behind her ear. I roughly pulled her panties out of the way and then positioned my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. She had locked her feet behind my back and was doing everything in her power to pull me inside her. I was near the end of my rope resisting, but I thought I'd try one last thing before I gave in.
"I'm sensing that you want someth--"
"
FUUUUCK ME!!!
" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
I reacted to the raw lust in her voice without thinking. I grabbed her hips and pushed my entire length into her as forcefully as I could. I ground my body slowly into her clit for a few seconds and then pulled out of her completely. I pushed back inside her hard again and again and again, and she purred almost incoherently, "fuckmeogodyesfuckmefuckmefuckme!"
Then it hit me like a thunderbolt. CHRIST! What a fucking moron I was! I pulled out of her suddenly and looked around for my wallet -- the closest condom in the apartment.
"Nononono! What are you--?" She saw me looking around and guessed what I was thinking. Quickly grabbing my cock and pulling it back inside her warmth, she laughed and said, "For once, the Boy Scout isn't prepared! Well,
I
am prepared, so stop worrying and keep fucking!" I knew about the pill from enough candid conversations with her here and there, but I would have never taken it for granted without bringing up the issue. I was satisfied only because I knew she was telling the truth and not just lost in the moment. Which she totally was. Heh.
But if she was going to tease me for being a nice guy (or "responsible," more accurately), then I was about to show her something to the contrary. I pulled her legs from around my back, moved her ankles to my shoulders, put my hands on the floor on either side of her waist...
...and started pounding the living daylights out of her.
"Oh...my...God...you...big...dicked....bastard...keep...knocking....the....bottom...out...of...my...tight...little...hole...." she managed to grunt out between thrusts.
OK, so I hadn't expected that kind of reaction.
Here I was inside her as deeply as I could think to penetrate her and was fucking her as hard I could possibly manage, and she was soaking every sensation up like a sponge. She was a wanton slut. My wanton slut. And I was loving every second of it. At that point, I stopped worrying about hurting her and whether I needed to hold back my frustrations and just gave in to the sensations and the sights.
And what a sight she presented:
Her hair was splayed on the floor like a mane, framing her beautiful face and her angelic features ever so perfectly. Her eyes were closed and her brow furrowed from what I had hoped was an expression of intense and developing pleasure. Her bottom lip had all but disappeared as she was biting down on it and had been for some time now. She was still wearing her jacket, but it had slipped off her shoulders and was offering no cover for the rest of her lovely figure. Close to the same could be said of her bra. The straps, too, had fallen from her shoulders and I had been fucking her so hard that her breasts had freed themselves of the cups and were bouncing unimpeded by fabric in time with my every thrust. I so desperately wanted to take each of her dark, stiff, swollen nipples into my mouth in turn, but our present position wasn't going to allow for it. Her skirt had gathered around her waist, and I could see her panties peeking out from underneath, still on, but certainly not how they were intended to be worn in polite company.
Seeing her fully clothed (not exactly) and taking my cock (almost exactly) was such a turn-on because I could imagine this happening anywhere. Her visiting my office -- and then with on her back getting pounded on my desk. Me visiting her office -- and then with me getting ridden in her adjustable chair. Us going out to dinner at a nice restaurant -- and then with us doing it standing up against the wall in the ladies' room. Us going to the movies -- and then with her bent over the next row of seats and taken from behind.
Thinking about these possibilities had gotten me increasingly turned on, and I was taking it out on her. It worked before I realized it. She opened her eyes suddenly, inhaled sharply, screamed a primal, guttural sound, and her body shuddered and shook violently. I kept the same pace through her orgasm, expecting her to put a hand to my chest when she wanted me to slow down. She never did.
Instead, she came again.
This time, she didn't make a sound. She just closed her eyes tightly, bit her bottom lip until it was white, and grunted and breathed hard until her whole complexion was reddened from the blood flow. We were both very sweaty by this time, and the general aroma was astounding: I could smell the fruit shampoo she used on her hair, the baby powder she used who knew where, her wonderful pussy, and the indefinable scent of our mingled sweat. As she came down from her high, I started to slow the pace to keep her from getting too sensitive from the pounding. Well,
I
was certainly getting sensitive to it, anyway. And tired. I needed a quick break before the home stretch.
She opened her eyes and smiled. I slowed down to a more sensual pace and started taking longer strokes inside her. I straightened up a little to take pressure off her ankles. She let them slide from my shoulders and rested her feet on the floor. Taking a few moments to catch my breath, I leaned down to kiss her. Her hands slid up my back and stopped when she reached my head. She grabbed hold with each hand and held a death grip on my hair as she kissed me almost violently. Or maybe it was me who kissed her violently in reaction to the hair-pulling. Regardless of who started it, my slowing the pace clearly hadn't dulled the hunger we both felt for the other.
I caressed her breast with a hand while we kissed. She found my bottom lip and bit it hard but still playfully. I pinched her nipple the same way. She gasped and let go of my lip.
She pushed me back and said, "I saw you watching me while you pounded the shit out of me, didn't I?" She closed her eyes, started to run her hands sensually all over her body, and was quickly writhing in pleasure from the result. My balls tightened, and I quickened the pace at the sight. She giggled at my predictable reaction to the private show she was putting on for me. "Well, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
She was right. She was playing for keeps. I'll admit that I had been holding back my orgasm up to this point by changing the pace or angle of penetration slightly. Part of this was to bring her off first, but a big part of it was simply because I so desperately wanted to take her from behind. Doggy style was always the ultimate goal in my mind when this started -- the thought of her lovely, firm, and gloriously round ass peeking out from under that skirt every now and then while I held on to those curvy hips had been keeping me from flooding her insides with my seed.
