r core.
Moving her hands to the front of his shirt, she worked the buttons free. He moved his hands to her shirt next, slowly unbuttoning it. They continued this way until they were both fully undressed.
Bodies pressed up against one another now, completely nude, Jim slowly stroked his hands over her. Pressing her hips against his, she said, “I love the feel of your hands on me, but I really need you inside me right now.”
“You sure you’re ready for me?” he asked, as his hand dipped between her thighs. “Oh, fuck. You are ready. You’re so wet.”
Elle rolled her hips against him, enjoying the firm rubbing of his hand against her slippery flesh. Panting, she said, “I’ve been thinking about you inside me with nothing between us for over an hour.”
Jim moved his hand and settled himself between her thighs. He huskily said, “Here. Let’s try this instead then.”
Elle pressed her hips up again as she felt the head of his cock rub against her wet pussy. Her breath hitched as he continued to rub the tip over her clit. The contact felt amazing, but she desperately needed him to fill her up.
Finally, possibly sensing her desperation, he slid inside her. The feel of his cock inside her with nothing between them was indescribable. They both cried out when he was fully seated inside her.
She moaned. “So fucking good.”
Jim swiveled his hips slightly and pressed into her again. “God damn. I can’t even explain the difference.”
She felt his mouth at her neck, sucking and nipping at her pulse point. The combination of his tongue and teeth against her neck only amplified her pleasure. She arched her back with a cry as he moved her legs to sit on his shoulders.
When he continued to thrust into her at a rapid pace, she tightened around him as release rolled through her system. She gripped the bedspread on either side of their bodies and came loudly.
Leaning back, Jim moved to his knees now, letting her legs slide down to either side of his hips. She immediately wrapped them around his waist, rolling her hips to meet his.
With each stroke of his thick cock inside her, she felt herself continue to clench around him. The slide of his bare flesh against hers was driving her wild. She saw that he watched her intently now. She followed the movement of his hand as he reached down between them and rubbed his thumb firmly against her aching clit.
Elle immediately bit down on her lip and arched her back, though her gaze didn’t stray from his.
He gritted out, “Don’t bite your lip, baby.”
Releasing her lower lip, Elle immediately moaned as she felt pleasure begin to bloom in her lower abdomen again. When Jim stopped rubbing and gave her clit a sharp pinch, she came apart underneath him with a scream.
“Oh fuck. That feels so good,” he said, his voice strained.
Elle’s orgasm stretched on now, the pleasure almost unbearable. Gasping, she said, “Come inside me.”
As if he was just waiting for permission, he immediately exploded inside of her on a groan with one last thrust of his hips. Leaning forward, he kissed her thoroughly and then said, “Fuck.”
“That was the hardest I’ve ever come in my life,” she said, her voice somewhat thready as he pulled out of her and lay next to her.
“Your pussy is pure fucking magic, Elle.”
Snorting, Elle said, “Magic?”
“Magical,” he confirmed, his lips twitching. Leaning back he closed his eyes for a minute and then sat up with a curse.
Elle said, “Oh shit. The chicken! Let me go check on it.”
Getting up, she quickly put her robe on and scurried into the kitchen. Opening the oven, she saw that the bread crumbs were overly brown but not burnt.
“I think,” she called out, “that the chicken is edible still.”
Turning, Elle gave her hands a quick wash, then dried them.
Grabbing oven mitts, she pulled the sheet tray out and set it on top of her stove. Turning around she bumped face-first into Jim’s chest. She leaned her head back to look at him after he reached out to steady her.
“Chicken looks done,” he said. “Apparently that ‘nap’ took longer than expected.”