Nothing Compares To You

“Just go slow. I want to feel all of you,” and I do.

I inch each piece of my thick cock inside her tight little pussy slowly and feel it forming to me. Once I’m fully inside of her I feel complete and tingles run from my head to my toes, “You feel so fucking good.”

Her nails dig into my back as I begin to rock inside of her and her hips roll with mine. She’s so tight I can barely move in and out at first but the wetter it gets the more I do.

“Harder,” she pleads as she plants her lips back on my neck.

I feel her tight nipples graze my chest as I’m rocking, “Are you sure?”

“Please Archer!”

I listen to her and I rise to my knees grabbing her ankles and place them on my chest. I bang hard into her pussy once to make sure she is okay and she moans in ecstasy. It drives me wild and I begin to pound her over and over letting out slapping sounds between us. Her moans are growing and I feel her pussy clenching again.

“Oh fuck!” her pussy tightening around me is going to make me come.

“Come with me,” she pants and I do.

I release my seed deep into her body and we both soar to new heights together.

***

My eyes crack open and I realize none of it was a dream. This beautiful woman is still wrapped tightly in my arms. I think I should be feeling stiff and achy from sleeping on this floor all night but I actually feel really good right now. I’m sure it’s the company.

I lean in and press my lips to her soft cheek, “Good morning beautiful.”

I’m not exactly sure what last night means but I hope to God it means I get to see her more. I just hope to God she doesn’t hate me for what is apparently about to come this morning. I’ll do anything though. If she loses her job, I’ll help her…some how, some way. This really is all my fault.

Her head turns to me with a beautiful grin, “Morning. What time is it?”

“It’s about 8:30 in the morning.”

“Oh my God!” she jumps up and starts grabbing her clothes throwing them on, “someone will be here soon.”

I join her in dressing and we both wait on the edge of our seats fidgeting in silence. Well I’m silent. She’s pacing the floor around me reassuring herself of what she’s going to say. She’s reciting explanations and reasons and apologies and I don’t know what to say to her. I feel her anxiety and my heart aches for her. I want so badly to talk about last night, but I know this is not the time.

“Oh my God, did you hear that?” she freezes in a ninja-like pose.

My head lifts and I do hear something. It sounds like the chime sounded from the door being opened and there’s a couple kerplunks. I turn to her and she’s looking around for something, “what are you looking for?”

“Something to bang the ceiling with. They won’t hear our screams from down here.”

She moves in and out of the shelves and then finally emerges with a broom, “ah-ha!”

I watch as she becomes resourceful and starts banging the stick to the ceiling. Her wails follow.

“I though you said they couldn’t hear us?” I ask hoping to find some way to help.

“They might if they hear this and come closer to the door,” she says frantically.

“Help,” her words ring in my ear and I chime in yelling the word as well.

She bangs the broom incessantly on the ceiling and it sounds like footsteps are moving over us. We both yell louder and then the steps move away. We both freeze, listening for anything and finally a door opens. The door to the basement. We both yell again, “In here. Help!”

An older woman comes scurrying down the stairs with the biggest wrinkle on her face, “What in the world are you two doing down here?” her voice shakes as she asks.

She’s short with grey hair and looks very unhappy.

“I’ll explain when we get out just please help us,” the woman pulls her big bundle of keys off the hook of her pants and sticks the key in the slot, then presses the code on the pad. The door clicks and unlocks and Macy pushes it open.