Never Kiss A Stranger

“Oh damn,” she breathes out.

I place a finger under her chin, bringing her gaze to mine. “I’m serious, Kiki. I’m not going to stop until my name is echoing off the tiles.”

She nods, and I kiss her lips. Long. Smooth. A type of kiss that shows I mean what I say.

“There’s nothing hotter than having you soaked and ready for me.”

She brings my hand down to touch her pussy, and I slide my fingers through her wetness, before easing my dick inside.

She moans.

I push in deeper, her tightness taking me in inch by inch. Her body comes alive under my touch, her voice going a little husky, “You’re such a turn on,” she tells me.

“How so?”

“Just how confident you are with my body. How you know that you’ll make me scream your name.”

I thrust inside her further, faster. “Won’t you?” I already know the answer by the way she pushes herself against me. Like she’s craving it, and she is.

Hungry.

Desperate.

Needy.

And her body begins to unravel. “Yes, oh god, yes.”

“Wrong name, sweetheart.” I push harder, slamming my cock inside her from behind, squeezing her ass with my palm.

I yearn for this girl. In my hands. My chest. My dick that’s hammering deep inside her. I want her so damn much, so damn bad. I don’t want this night to ever end.

The water sprays over us, binding us together in our own little paradise. Hidden from the world.

It’s dark. It’s discreet. And it’s oh so naughty. I can’t stop thinking how this girl turns me on so much.

It’s in her kiss.

In the way she moans my name.

In the way she pushes her ass against my front, letting me slip in even deeper. God, she has no clue how hot she is. And that’s what makes her all the better.

We both groan out together because this all feels so fucking good. It’s electric. It’s cosmic the way she knows exactly how to turn me on.

“Ellis, don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it.” I thrust harder. “You turn me on so much.”

And she moans out another “Ellis,” before her cries turn to pure sounds, so carnal, so wild, so feral. Like she can’t get enough of everything I’m giving to her.

She’s screaming now, at the top of her lungs even as she yells out my name.

I just go harder, if you can even imagine, and she doesn’t let up.

“Do it just like that till you come,” I tell her, slapping the soft, wet skin of her ass cheek. “Keep saying my name.”

“Ellis, oh god. Yes.”

I dig my fingers into her heated flesh, so slick, so wet from the spray of the water.

Her cries of ecstasy overrun the sound of the water, and the steam captures us together, not letting us go anytime soon.

Which is ok with me. Hell, I welcome it.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“You do the same to me,” she says. Like she too can’t believe what the fuck is happening between us.

I’m fascinated by her.

Like when I kiss her shoulder, she shudders. And when I run my fingers down her spine, she arches back. And when I bring my hands to fondle her breasts, she leans her head back on my shoulder, moaning out long and hard, that she’s never been fucked so good.

Yeah, she said that to me.

And yeah, it makes it almost impossible not to come right now.

“I want you to come all over me. Just like this.”

My world spirals into a blur of pleasure and desire. Into a whirlwind of frenzied movements and hot flesh on flesh. Sounds echo off the tile in the bathroom, a concert of moans, groans, and growls coming from us.

At last, her body does one last shiver before she cries out a crescendo of unintelligible words, over and over, as her orgasm courses through her body.

She visibly relaxes, but I won’t let this be over anytime soon. I want to see that again. “I loved watching you come, and I need you to do it all again.”

I pull out of her, spinning her to face me. And then I hook her leg with my arm and slam back inside her, gripping a whole handful of ass.

It’s chaotic. It’s pure bliss. And it’s like the temperature has been turned way up as I continue making this woman feel so good.

And she does. She feels so so good.

Her hands fly through my wet hair, and then she cups my cheeks, her eyes meeting mine. “I don’t want you to stop.”

A warmth spreads through my chest, and I want her to expand on her words.

Stop fucking her. Not even close.

Stop being near her every day. No fucking way.

She kisses me, hard on the lips, and it turns to slow and sensual in a few seconds flat. And with her kiss, our pace stalls, and our movements become unhurried, unsteady, but my heart beat hammers on.