Ghosts of Averoigne

They locked eyes, his brown into her blue. There was meaning there, a deep-seeded connection beneath the lust. Or at least she thought so.

You’re being foolish.

Kara held his gaze anyway, unwilling to look away. She’d take him all the way to orgasm like this if she needed to. She’d look into his eyes as he finished inside her; watch the desire burn even hotter in those last smoldering moments, right before he came…

But Logan squeezed his eyes shut. His face twisted into a mask of agony and ecstasy.

He was trying to hold back.

“Do it.”

Kara’s voice was soft yet firm. She dug her nails even deeper into the flesh of his pounding ass.

“Go on,” she said. “Let it go.”

Logan groaned, then his mouth opened and he roared like a lion. It was almost as loud as the banshee that had screeched at her earlier on.

“Put it in me,” Kara said wickedly. “Dump it in my pussy…”

“UNGHHH!”

A smile of satisfaction crossed her face as he began shooting inside her. Logan’s cock thumped hard against her innermost folds, rhythmically splashing the walls of her womb with his hot, sticky come.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK…”

His orgasm triggered her own. She’d known that it would. Kara’s climax had lingered at the very edge of her mind, ever since he’d stopped going down on her. Now it released itself in a flood of ecstasy and endorphins, her mouth opening in a perfect ‘O’ as she arched her face toward the ceiling.

She could feel herself pulsing hard, spasming around him. Kara squeezed tighter with her hands, wrapping her legs around his flanks to draw him in. Logan kept coming and coming. So did she. It was absolute nirvana. The pinnacle of everything.

He held for a minute afterward, his body flexed around her like a protective steel cage. Then he rolled to the side. Logan’s come dribbled from her pussy, running down her ass and into the bed. Slowly she dragged a finger through it, then used that finger to rub the sensitive edges of her swollen clit…

The tide of her orgasm slowly rolled out. Guilt flooded in.

You’re an asshole, Kara.

For a long time, neither of them spoke. They drew the blankets back around their necks, creating a cocoon of warmth against the chill of the room.

A room that now reeked of sex.

“Goodnight Logan,” Kara said tiredly. She rolled over to face the wall, unsure if he’d even answered her.

Almost instantly she dropped off to sleep.

Ten

Kara woke late. She wasn’t a big fan of waking late, but at this point there wasn’t much to be done about it.

Shit…

She rolled over. The bed was empty, except for her. She was glad for that at least. There would be no awkwardness, no walk of shame. Wherever Logan had gone, he’d left without waking her. He’d also had enough sense to close the window, because the room was once again warm and comfy.

Kara pulled back the blankets, stood up, and stretched — all gloriously naked. She retrieved her crumpled panties from the floor, then made her way into the bathroom. As she emptied her bladder, she eyed the tiny shower suspiciously.

Where’d he go?

Wherever it was, she didn’t want to miss anything. If her partner were already working, it meant she was already behind.

Kara grabbed her toothbrush and jumped in with both feet, e