Fall From Grace

She leans her head against my shoulder. “Yeah, I think it was just from exhaustion. I slept most of the day and woke up feeling almost normal. The migraine is gone too. I’m just feeling a little tired still.”

“How tired?” I ask as my hand slides down her stomach.

She wiggles her ass against my hardening cock. “Not that tired,” she says as a moan slips from between her lips as my fingers graze over her center through the T-shirt.

“Mmmm.” I drag my tongue across her neck. I really shouldn’t be doing this if she is still feeling sick but I cannot get enough of her.

“Let me get dinner in the oven though.” She pulls away from me.

“So domestic.” I tease.

She looks at me over her shoulder, smiling. “Hardly.”

I step back and lean against the island and watch her grab the casserole, bending over to place it in the oven. I lick my lips as her ass peeks out from under the T-shirt and that’s when I notice she has nothing on underneath that shirt.

She shuts the door and I grab her, I can’t help myself. I spin her around and slam my mouth against hers. My kisses rough, needy. She moans against my mouth as her hands wrap around my neck, pulling on the short strands of my hair. My hands slide down under the edge of the shirt, lifting it up so I can palm her ass. I pull my lips away from her mouth and glide them across her ear. “Dirty girl. Not wearing anything under this.”

“It’s not like I keep spare pairs of underwear in my purse,” she says sarcastically.

“Good thing,” I say as I slide my fingers between her thighs.

She grinds against me and pulls my mouth back to hers as she pushes me against the island behind me. Our tongues battle for control, the kisses sloppy but our need is urgent. Like it always is. The spark between us. The lust that drives us. This woman has a power over me that no one ever has.

“I need you, Carson.” Her words breathless as she grinds against my hips.

I press a finger inside of her, and she shivers from the touch, causing my dick to grow painfully harder. I won’t be able to work her up as much as I usually do. I just need to be inside of her.

I grip her hips and spin us around, setting her on the kitchen island. She spreads her legs open so I can slide between them. And I bite my lip as I see her need on her thighs. See her pussy ready for me.

She doesn’t give me time to admire her as she pulls on my belt buckle, working quickly to shove my pants down. I help her push them down along with my boxer briefs and she grips my dick so hard I start cussing.

“Fuck, baby, if you do that again, the only place I’ll be coming is all over your hand.”

“Then get inside of me.”

I pull her to the edge of the counter and rub the head of my aching dick through her folds. “Fuck, I need to get a condom.”

“I’m clean. I promise. Just fuck me, Car.” She throws her head back as I tease her. “Now,” she stammers.

I don’t have to be told twice. I pull her hips to the edge as I slam into her and fuck if it isn’t the best feeling in the world. To feel her with nothing between us, the sweet heat of her core pulling me in. It’s enough to make a man crazy. And I know I will never recover from the feeling of her bare.

I thrust hard and slow, taking it in, the feeling of her. My dick throbs as I pull in and out, her body is a temple, there is no other word for it. I pick up my pace, grunting as I enjoy every inch of her. She is panting and moaning my name and I know she is enjoying this as much as I am.

I push her back so she is flat against the counter, pulling her hips off the edge of the island so I can get deeper. I lose control and fuck her like a beast. My thumb finds her clit and I start circling it as I pull her deeper and deeper onto my dick. I reach up, pushing her shirt up as my fingers circle her nipples, pinching the hard buds every few seconds.

A slew of cursing, moans, and indecipherable words come out of her mouth. I know she is close. I can feel her tightening around my dick. She’s already tight as it is but the way she is clenching my dick right now has my balls ready to blow.

“Fuck, oh fuck. Car, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Harder. I’m gonna come.”

I smile as I watch her face just as she explodes around me. I slam into her three more times until I am coming. I shoot into her in sharp pulses, my entire body on fire as I let myself come inside of her. I rest my head on her stomach when I finish, aftershocks from her walls still clutching my dick.

Sweat drips off my forehead and onto her stomach as her hands reach for my hair. Soft, gentle strokes as we both come down.

“I don’t think I’m sick anymore,” she mutters.

I lift my head up, laughing. “You just needed a good fuck?”

“Apparently.”