Jia
As Paul kisses me sparks of electricity course through my veins, spreading heat all over my body. It ignites wild sexual fire that scorches me clean from the inside out.
My heart soars and fills with the fire, awakening for the first time in forever. My brain tries to pull me back to reality, out of the fantasy of kissing this man I shouldn’t be with, but I’m not listening. I don’t think I can.
I’m lost in pleasure as raw ecstasy grips me.
I’m lost in the feel of his lips on mine.
I’m lost in Paul as he claims my mouth, lost in this moment we shouldn’t be sharing.
My body completely betrays me as I press against his chest and my hands smooth up the steel contours of abs I would love to explore.
Our tongues mingle and play in a teasing dance, luring us to continue and be the version of ourselves that was last here.
I’m not ready to feel the loss of heat that drains me when he stops kissing me. I’m left breathless, my lips swollen and burning from his kiss. I’m trying to hold on to the last remains of sanity, but that fades too when he takes off my mask. It’s customary to reveal yourself to the person you’re spending the night with.
There’s no doubt in my mind what I’ll be doing with him next. My treacherous pussy craves him, my body needs him.
He cups my face and lifts my chin toward him.
“I’m clean… you?” The deep baritone of his voice is a low sexy rasp that makes my nerves scatter and tingle.
“Yes,” I whisper, and his eyes darken with lust, reflecting the way I feel.
He moves in to reclaim my lips, and when we kiss now, it’s like the ghosts of the guy and the girl we were in the past have possessed us with a vengeance to reclaim the lost years.
I find myself tearing at his shirt. A button pops off and clatters against the stone floor. Another follows along with the rip of my slip. The loosening of the straps makes it float down my body, leaving me in my panties and heels.
He backs me against the wall, pressing me right up against the stone-cold surface.
I manage to get his shirt off, and he undoes his pants, all the while his lips barely leave mine.
He breaks to take off my panties, but he leaves on my heels. I just about manage to see the massive length of his cock spring free from the prison of his pants, then he lifts me up and settles me down onto him. His cock sears into me as he does, with branding heat that sets my soul on fire.
I gasp when he plunges in and hold on, wrapping my legs around him and digging my heels into his back just the way he likes it.
We both groan into the amazing, earthshattering pleasure that takes us when he starts fucking me. I’m already wet, so as he pumps, he fills me up and my body welcomes him, adjusting to the magnitude of his cock as he stretches me.
He pumps harder, and I hold on to his wide powerful shoulders, taking the waves of pleasure that cascade through me, again and again.
It’s consuming and bone tingling. I’m not surprised when a greedy orgasm tears through me. It overtakes me, and I come hard, crying out his name as I throw my head back.
Holy fuck… it’s all too much. He is. He starts fucking me harder until I have to close my eyes. Then I see stars speckling my vision.
His pumps speed up, and he groans as he starts to jackhammer into me at a relentless speed that shakes me to the core.
He seems to lose control, and we crash against the wall so he can fuck me deeper, hitting my G-spot every time. As his cock tenses and pulses inside me, I know it’s time. I remember how he used to feel inside me. I’m there again at the pinnacle of pleasure, so as we come together, I’m right there in the sensation. I arch my back, and he buries his face in between the valley of my breasts, his lips taking my left nipple into his mouth so he can suck as we climb the ladder of pleasure and fall together.
The spray of his hot cum flooding my passage arouses me all over again as he thunders into me, filling me up with warmth. It leaves my head spinning and my mind blank and void of everything that’s not him.
We stay like that for a few moments.
I’m aware of footsteps, and I guess others might have found the wall too.
Lovers.
I can’t explain what we are except that we feel like the people we left behind.