Ocean (Damage Control 5)

Oh hell. I need to brand this image in my mind. She’s so fucking sexy, from her pouty lips, to her perfect tits, to her round hips, to her red toenails.

And then she unclasps her bra, lets it fall, and pushes down her panties, and I strangle my dick in my grip until I whimper—because, hell, what’s a guy to do with a sight like this?

I’ve seen her naked once before, but there was always something in the way—her blouse, her skirt.

Never standing in front of me like this, her pale skin gleaming, her eyes bright, her nipples hard.

I want to breathe her in. As if she’s oxygen and I’m lost in outer space.

“Come here,” I whisper. “Or I’ll come all over your shower just from looking at you.”

She steps under the spray, and I press her up against the wall, gripping her wrists and lifting them over her head, trapping my leaking, aching cock between our bodies.

Her eyes widen, then she lifts her face, and I slam my mouth to hers, kissing her deep, thrusting my tongue between her lips. Her hard nipples drag over my chest, her tits pressing into my burning ribs, and the pain jolts me for a moment.

Then it starts feeding the heat in my insides, hardening my balls, turning my cock to steel. She’s moving, her hips rocking into mine, and I gasp at the electric bolts shooting up my spine.

Fuck, I won’t be able to hold off much longer.

“Kay,” I whisper against her warm mouth.

“You’re warm now,” she whispers back and wraps her arms around my neck. “So warm. I was so worried.”

My dick twitches again. “Fuck, I want you.”

“Inside me,” she says. “God, I thought something had happened to you. I thought…” There’s something like pain in her bright eyes. “Need you inside me, now. I want to feel you. I want to feel it tomorrow when I wake up, feel you were in me.”

Holy shit, the things she says. I swear, if I don’t get my dick inside her right the fuck now, I’ll explode.

“Down,” I grind out and go to my knees, pulling her down with me. She laughs, and I lick at her mouth, silencing her. Christ, even her laughter makes my dick jerk.

It’s everything about her. Her eyes, the funny faces she pulls, her energy, her concern. Her prettiness.

And now her smooth skin gliding like silk over mine as she climbs onto my lap. Her tits are in my face, so I lick her nipples, suck on them, her taste ramping up the need, the tension in my gut. She moans, and the sound brings me so close to the edge I bite her nipple lightly.

She squeals.

I lick the hardened tip in apology and run my hands down to her hips. They rock, pushing against my hard-on, and I hiss.

“Please,” she whispers. “Now.”

“No condom.” I swallow, my mouth dry. “My wallet.”

“I’m on the pill. Do it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

I smooth one hand over her flat belly to her pussy, dip a finger inside. So wet. She writhes on my lap as I slide my finger in and out, then add a second one. She’s a tight fit, and I’m not small. She mewls, and my control is breaking at the seams.

Shit, I can’t wait any longer. I pull my fingers out, grab my dick and nestle it between her legs. She lifts up on her knees and opens up for me.

The head of my cock nudges at her wet entrance, and then I’m sliding into her, a slow glide into heat and pressure. She gasps, relinquishing her hold on my shoulders to free one hand, and she reaches down to touch my cock where it’s slipping into her pussy. It’s still not even halfway in.

“Touch yourself,” I breathe, “slide your finger…” I feel her light touch on top of my cock as she strokes her clit, and I pant, fighting for control once more.

Seems it’s all I do with this girl, struggling for control. As she shudders in pleasure, she opens up more, and I slip inside her balls-deep.