Southern Sunrise (Southern 4)

“Harder,” I say, wanting him to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. He slams into me, and I moan and arch my back. “Again,” I say as he thrusts into me harder and harder. He takes one hand and pinches my nipple, sending lightning all the way down to my pussy, and he knows it.

“Squeeze me,” he says, pinching it and then rolling it between his fingers. I lick my middle finger, and he watches me, his eyes fixated on my finger. “Play with yourself while I fuck you.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My finger rubs my clit side to side.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says between clenched teeth. “Look at us,” he says, looking down at where we meet. “So wet,” he says, and I know that I’m getting wetter and wetter as he rubs my G-spot over and over again. “Fuck, I’m almost there,” he says, pinching my nipple so much harder now it makes my hand move on my clit frantically.

“That’s it, Sunrise,” he says. “Come on my cock,” he says, and I just listen to him as I come all over his cock. Over and over again, my pussy convulses on his cock. Just when I think I’m coming down from it, he slams into me two more times, and I’m moaning out his name as I come again. He plants himself balls deep in me and comes with a roar. He collapses on top of me, resting his face on my chest.

My legs wrap around his waist as I catch my breath. I close my eyes for just a minute, and then I feel his tongue on my nipples, and my legs tighten around his waist. “Unless you are ready for round two, I suggest you stop that.” Instead of moving his mouth away from me, he slips out and then slowly slides back in.

“Time for round two,” he says right before he fucks me again until I see stars.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ethan

“If you keep touching me like that, nothing is going to get done,” she says, standing in front of the kitchen sink. She wears my shirt and nothing else while my hands are on her tits, teasing her nipples. “Seriously, Ethan,” she moans and pushes her ass back into my cock.

“I miss you,” I say into her neck, and she moves to give me access to it.

“You were in me less than five minutes ago.” She laughs.

“It’s not my fault,” I say, and it isn’t. I came out of the bedroom, and she was making coffee for me, and she leaned up to reach into the cabinet. Her shirt rose, showing me the bottom of her ass, and well … I walked up to her, grabbed her by the hips, and lifted her up enough to slide my cock into her. She didn’t say a word. She just lay forward on the counter and fucked me back.

“I see you, and I lose control. Are you sore?” I ask. I’ve taken her over and over again, the both of us always wanting a piece of the other one. The sex between us was always out of this world. She was never shy about it, and when she wanted something, she asked for it. Fuck, she bought the Kama Sutra book one Valentine’s Day, and we were working our way through it.

“You asked me if I was sore when we took a bath,” she reminds me, looking at me. “While you sat me on the edge and played with me.” I smirk, remembering that between eating her and finger fucking her, she was a mess. She finally had enough and just sank on my cock. The water went everywhere, and I mean everywhere. “Go make us something to eat, and then we can continue this,” she says. “There is still the couch we have to bless and maybe tonight the hammock.”

“Definitely fucking you on the hammock tonight,” I say, walking away from her to my cock’s strong disapproval. I take out some bacon and eggs while she makes toast, and fifteen minutes later, we are both sitting down eating.

“We should talk about a couple of things,” she says, chewing and then taking a sip of her tea. I look over at her. She sits there with her long legs crossed and her hair piled on her head. She has little dots on her neck and around her lips from my beard, and I’m sure there is a hickey on her left thigh. I know I left teeth marks on her left breast when she was riding me.

“What do you want to talk about?” I ask, eating a piece of bacon.

“We’ve had unprotected sex,” she tells me, looking down.

“Yeah.” I look over at her. “It’s not the first time. I haven’t been with anyone.”