“It’s literally the sexiest feeling in the world when you do that because it’s like your vagina can’t get enough of my cock, and just needs more and more of it, deeper and deeper.”
“It does, Ian.
“Your pussy feels so good with nothing between us. If I cry when I come inside you, just pretend you don’t see it.”
“See what? I don’t see anything.”
“That’s my good girl.”
He pumped his hips again and Flash lay back underneath him with her eyes closed and let it all wash over her. His thrusts were hard but steady, deep and forceful, but not painful. He knew exactly how to fuck her the way she needed and wanted. Her vagina pulsed around him, muscles twitched in pleasure, her breath hitched in her throat and her chest. Ian’s body was hot on top of hers. They were both sweating and the wetness made it all the sexier. The bed creaked underneath them and nothing, not even a bomb going off outside the house, could have stopped them in this moment. She couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop writhing. She felt so open and wide and slick and Ian pounded into her with thrusts that took her breath away. She could have lain there taking it for days, it felt so good. She hooked her feet over the backs of his muscular thighs and clutched his shoulders in her hands, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Every thrust into her sent pleasure shooting from her hips to her nipples and all the way into the backs of her thighs. This was full-body fucking, nothing held back from either of them. Sounds escaped her lips—moans and gasps, groans and cries. She couldn’t get enough of his cock, of his body, of his thrusts, of him.
When she lifted her hips into him, he grazed her swollen clitoris, and when he pulled out her pussy ached to be filled again. The next thrust into her met that desperate need and the cycle started all over. She was wild underneath him, pumping her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, her breasts swollen with desire and her nipples hard as diamonds. It was a thousand degrees in the room, a million. She needed air but they couldn’t stop. They’d die if they did. She was so close to coming, so close it hurt. Ian must have sensed it in her movements or her breathing. He shifted his weight onto his knees, held her by the waist and slammed into her, impaling her as she came and came, every muscle inside her body spasming and contracting and releasing only to contract again even harder, clutching at his cock and squeezing it. She felt a rush of wet heat inside her as Ian came with her and inside her and with her name on his lips.
Ian collapsed on top of her and she lay limp and spent beneath him, her pussy still fluttering around him with final tiny contractions.
“Are you crying?” she asked.
“No.”
“Are you lying?”
He laughed softly. She loved feeling his chest moving against hers. They were so close she could feel his laugh even better than she could hear it.
“Maybe.” He turned his head and she looked at him. No tears.
“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she said. “I thought you should know that.”
“The best?”
“Top five at least.”
“I’d run a victory lap right now but my cock’s still in you.”
“Still hard?”
“No, but I think I’m stuck. You have a pussy like a steel trap.”
Flash rolled her eyes and opened her legs wide. Ian slid out of her and rolled onto his side. They lay facing each other. The moon shone through a break in the tree cover and white light filled the room, enough to see each other by, and enough for Flash to see a dozen red bruises on her breasts, stomach, hips and thighs.
“I can’t believe you gave me hickies,” she said. “They’re all over me.”
“Really? You can’t believe that? It really seems like something I would do. Because it is. Except...”
“What?”
“I think I missed a spot when I was marking my territory.”
“Do not put a hickey on my pussy.”
“I don’t know if that would work, but I wouldn’t mind trying. Hold still.”
“Ian...”
He pushed her onto her back and she braced herself for whatever he was about to do to her. He slid on top of her and pressed his mouth to her chest and left a small bite right over her heart.
“There,” he said. “Perfect.”
“Can I mark my territory, too?” she asked.