I thrust into her again and again and again. She arches into my movements, throwing her head back like it feels so good she can't take it for another second.
My pleasure grows. My body is tingling. It's desperate to fill her, to mark her as mine. But not yet. Not until she comes.
I slide my hands down her calves and thighs, all the way to her hips. I move her back and climb onto the bed. She shudders as I lower my body onto hers.
Her legs are pressed against my chest, her ankles around my shoulders. And she's closer now. Close enough I can look into her eyes. They're wide with desire.
"Luke..." she groans.
It's all the encouragement I need. I plant my hands next to her and I thrust into her. Again and again and again. I'm deep inside her, and she feels so good around me.
Again and again and again.
She arches into me. She throws her head back. She reaches for me, scraping her nails against my back.
I move deeper, slower, feeling every inch of her around me. She's still so wet and she feels so damn good.
Alyssa groans. She digs her nails into my back. Hard enough to draw blood. I shudder. Her nails are the sign she's close.
Everything else fades away. It's only Alyssa. Only her lips, her teeth, her nails, her lush tits, her curvy legs.
And her groans. Her groans build and build, louder and louder. The only thing I know is that I need more of them. I need her coming around me.
I thrust into her again and again and again. She groans and I move faster. Harder. Deeper.
Her eyes burst open. She screams. "Don't stop."
Like hell.
I thrust into her. Again. Again. Again. Her nails scrap against my back. She's panting, screaming, shaking.
Then her eyes flutter closed. Her moans reach a crescendo and she comes, convulsing around me.
Her breath steadies. Her eyes find mine. "Don't stop."
She unhooks her ankles and wraps her legs around my waist. Her hands press into my back and she pulls me closer.
Her lips find mine. She kisses me hard, her tongue sliding over mine. And she rocks her hips into me.
I thrust into her, hard and deep. Her lips stay on mine, her tongue still pro
bing my mouth, her nails still sharp on my back.
The ache inside me grows. I'm tingling everywhere and she feels so damn good around me. I thrust again. Again. Again. A chill passes through me. The ache is too much.
I groan into Alyssa's mouth. She pulls me closer, rocks harder. Her nails sink into my back again. She moans.
The ache builds until it's too much to take. An orgasm rocks through me and I release everything in me inside of her.
Her lips stay on mine, but her kiss is softer, sweeter.
We untangle our bodies and I collapse next to her. Her eyes find mine and she smiles. I bring my hands to her back and hold her as closely as I can.
This night is perfect.
***
After, Alyssa and I lie in bed, not really watching sitcom reruns on TV. I lie behind her, tracing the soft curves of her chest and waist and hips. She shifts constantly in a hopeless attempt to pretend as if she's not tired.