My hands are clawing at his chest, running over the contour of his hard muscles, feeling the warm water still on his skin. He pounds me hard, his hips moving at a steady rhythm and demolishing whatever’s left of my rational mind. All memories of what happened just a few minutes ago—that stupid robbery—fade from my mind, and all that’s left is the bright light of pleasure’s bonfire burning in my mind.
“You’re fucking perfect, Lisa,” he suddenly says, and I open my eyes to meet his smile. A smile, not a grin, and it’s a gentle one, tender and full of grace. I just stare into his eyes as he fucks me, his movements slowly becoming more patient and soft.
And then it dawns on me: we’re not fucking… We’re making love. I know, it might sound silly. But I think that’s what’s happening here, no doubt about it. What’s the difference? I’m not sure if I can explain it to you, but I figure you already have a good idea about what separates one moment of lust from one of love. It’s the kind of thing that you might not be able to describe, but you sure know it when you see it.
Smiling back at him, I brush my lips against his as smoothly as I can, and then he runs the back of his hand over my face, taking a stray lock of wet hair out of the way. Sliding his cock out of me, he simply picks me up and carries me to the bed, laying me down there and climbing on top of me.
His hand goes straight to between my thighs, its open palm pressing hard over my pussy. I need his cock again, and I don’t think I can wait for it. Aching for his thickness almost in desperation, I grab his shaft anxiously, stroking him fast and hard.
“Diesel… I want you. I want you now,” I beg of him, not feeling capable of resisting one more minute without having him inside of me. He simply grins at me and, taking his hands out of my pussy, grabs at my ass and, pointing his cock at me, eases his member against my drenched folds and pierces me in one single and swift motion.
I moan hard, pleasure exploding underneath my skin and driving me to the brink of insanity. I take my hands to his ass and, lacing my legs around his back, force myself to roll to the side. His eyes widen in surprise, but he then grins as he sees me on top of him.
I’m a big girl, and I can do more than just lie back.
"Feels good, doesn’t it?" I whisper, repeating his words from before with a grin as I start to sway my hips against him, my breasts bouncing as I jump up and down on his hard cock.
Not being one to simply lie back, Diesel starts to thrust his hips at me, his cock going in and out of my pussy quickly, battering me so fast I can’t help but moan endlessly.
I’m riding him hard, but he’s fucking me even harder. I tighten my pussy around his cock as I keep jumping on him, my ass slapping hard against his thighs, the sound of it almost like music to my ears.
I've never been big on cursing, but what we are doing is both lovemaking and fucking. This is it. There’s no way I can escape what’s really happening here, and to be honest, I love it like this. Why do we have to separate love from sex? It doesn’t make any sense, does it?
I start bucking my hips faster at him, a relentless rhythm matched by Diesel as he thrusts at me, each time his cock goes deep inside my pussy a throaty moan escaping my lips.
Even though I’m still wet from the bath, I can already feel sweat trickling down my back, my ass bouncing as I sway my hips back to front. His hands dart to my hips and he starts guiding my movements, holding his cock in place whenever he wants to thrust hard and make me scream.
I lean into him, both my hands on his chest, and let my hair fall to my face, the tip of it brushing over his pectorals and shoulders. I dig my fingernails on his body, knowing that I’m not hurting him; Diesel looks tough, but he’s even tougher than one can even imagine. I would know; he has punished my body quite a few times since we’ve met.
"It’s so good… Being here with you..." I whisper as I feel my whole body about to explode. In a minute every single muscle in me starts to tense up, electricity buzzing under my skin. I let myself go, surrendering to that sweet avalanche of pleasure as I keep bucking my hips against him.
No other man in the world will ever be capable of making me feel like this. This is the epitome of perfection.
I push through, rocking my body against him until I feel him ready.
He closes his eyes and, just like me, his whole body tenses up, his muscles becoming taut and hard. His whole body is about to burst in an explosion of pleasure.
In a heartbeat, his cock starts to spasm inside of me, his warm seed hitting me fully as I clench my pussy around his cock. He’s gushing in a torrent, and I remain still as our orgasm washes over both of our bodies.
We remain like that, me on top of him, until the waves of delight recede and we both finally catch our breath, his cum slowly dripping down my legs and his cock.
I roll to the side, staring at the ceiling of our room, and then I hear Diesel moving. He positions himself between my thighs, his hands on my knees, and he spreads my legs wide. Not wasting a simple second, he dives into me, his open mouth going straight for my pussy.
I arch my back as I feel his lips on my folds, his tongue running up and down the length of my pussy as his semen keeps on dripping out of me. “Oh, God,” I pant, surrendering to how it feels to have him suck on me, taking his own seed into his mouth and licking me dry.
He keeps on doing it until there isn’t a single drop of cum between my thighs. He looks at me then, and I can’t help but grin viciously as I see strands of cum hanging on his lips. Guided by unconscious desire, I sit up on the bed and lean into him, reaching for his chin with the tip of my tongue. Trembling slightly, I take the cum he has on his skin inside my mouth, and that’s when he grabs me by the hair and crushes his mouth against mine.
We kiss as if we are mad, adrift in a sea of insanity. Our tongues are dancing around one another, his cum their dresses, and our lips feel slippery from all the cum. This is madness, I know it … But it’s the sweetest kind of madness I've ever known. Forget about sex; this goes beyond that. It’s not lust or passion, either; this is pure existence without shackles, living in the now and sailing through an ocean of unconscious desire.
“God… This was…” I pant, looking into his eyes as I try to catch my breath. He grins at me, his lips glistening from the cum there, and then he places one hand on my cheek and lays a gentle kiss on my mouth.
“I know,” he says. “It was amazing.” Then, there’s a flicker of lust in his eyes and he continues: “And do you know what’s the best part?”
“What?” I ask him, throwing myself back on the mattress and just staring at the ceiling as my heart drums loudly.
“The hotel is paid for… I figure we have the whole day just for ourselves.”
I don’t even need to look at hi