Whiskey and Country

Her fingers moved down. I let out a loud growl as she released my cock and fisted it.

Every inch of me trembled.

Dahlia’s hand moved up and down, in the most torturing—but excruciating good—kind of way.

Was even my cock made to fit her hand?

My thoughts bounced around in my head. All the things I’d wished we could be together now seemed possible.

“Bed?” I asked as our mouths devoured each other, voracious in lust.

As if all the emotions that we had been bottling up were now transformed into an explosion of passion neither of us could contain. Yearning. Desire. Need. And something bigger. More potent. Almost hellacious. But beautiful. Something we had to outface together.

Dahlia raised her eyes until they met mine. They had turned into molten emeralds. “No. Right here. Right now. I can’t wait.” Each word trembled when they passed her reddened lips.

Her touch, soft and delicate, as she stroked my throbbing hard-on, sent ripples down to my toes. With her fingers, Dahlia pushed her panties to the side, and it got me stiffer.

My hand moved hers aside, and I pushed one finger inside her wet heat, testing how ready she was for me. The drenching fluid coating my digit confirmed it. With a hand still holding her leg around my waist, and the other guiding my cock in, I entered her in one hard thrust.

Dahlia gasped. And I growled.

I dug my fingers into her ass cheek as we adjusted to each other.

Longing and lust overflowed from her eyes as I searched them to make sure she was all right.

She nodded, killing me and bringing me back to life all at the same time.

Dahlia squeezed one of her boobs.

I could have shot my load right there without even moving.

She flicked the hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the vision propelling my hormones into overdrive.

My entire body, now electrified, tautened still further.

My hand found her other breast and toyed with it the same way she did as her warm channel tightened around my shaft.

Lifting both her legs around my waist, I slid in and out of her, unable to go slow any longer.

“You’re mine,” I said, breathless, all the oxygen now busy fueling my dick.

“I’m all yours. God, I won’t last long. Nick, don’t stop,” she spoke, breathing hard, in a tone that brooked no arguments and destroyed the last of my restrains.

Without another word and my mouth glued to hers, swallowing all her whimpers, I rammed into her. Her back hit the wall behind.

My balls were so tight, ready to explode.

I lowered my head and ravaged her mouth. My dick vibrated as her pussy swallowed me further. Until I could almost touch the deep end of her. Until I was about to be fused to her forever.

“There. Don’t stop,” Dahlia cried, her pupils dilated, and her lips swollen.

My free hand ventured down and when my fingers connected with her clit, Dahlia detonated in my embrace.

The walls of her vagina strangled my dick as they tightened around it.

She froze for a moment, her eyes closed, bliss painting her face.

When she opened her eyes, something had taken over her gaze. Something wild. An urgency.

“Fuck me harder, Nick. I’m not made of glass.” Her husky voice awoke something in me. I ripped her panties off, not wanting them in the way anymore. With my hands attached to her ass, I pounded into her harder.

The wall behind her quaked every time I speared into her.

Another orgasm hit her. Stronger. Her skin glowed in the low-lit kitchen. I lost myself in her eyes.

It took Dahlia almost a minute this time to come back from the rush as I licked a trail from her breasts to her jaw, relishing the tremors shaking her body.

Dahlia whimpered as I pushed into her with everything I had. Until my legs weakened when I came, and she crumpled in my arms, almost passing out.

We both caught our breath before talking again.

“Evidence submitted. Case closed. Proved you are sexy.” She claimed my mouth, stealing my breath away, and I forgot even my own name. “The sexiest. I hope you recharge fast because we’re not done. I still need you,” she said, with a twinkle in her eyes. “And you need me too.”

“Don’t worry about me, woman. I have plenty to give. We’ll see who calls it quits first.” We untangled from each other’s arms, and I led her to the shower. “This time, I won’t be gentle with you. I’ll imprint myself on every square inch of your flesh, and you’ll feel me in all your cells.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, running away, her hearty laughter enveloping me.

“Don’t hide. There are a million things I still wanna do to you.”

Dahlia circled back toward me, splaying her hands over my chest, her naked body all shiny from sweat. “Then you better start now ’cause I won’t be the one stopping you.”

And in the most natural way, Dahlia healed more parts of my broken heart as if she was born to. As if she could soothe me only by being here.

With me.

And she had a magic way to keep the darkness of the night away.

Derek’s Bucket List – 24. Nick: Being brave even when it scares me