Page 85 of Rainstorm

So after accepting my invitation to come and stay with me, that weekend we enjoyed trying out every available surface of my new apartment.

On Sunday, when I woke up with her in my arms, I was ready to convince her in any possible way to stay longer.

Even if that meant taking her hostage.

Although she might want to stay anyway, as the traffic could be crazy on a weekend, the California traffic jams were legendary.

“I have something to confess,” she told me as she settled on top of me, her bare skin warm and tempting.

Vixen.

She knew exactly what she was doing. At that moment she could have asked me to lower the moon and the stars for her and I would have gladly done it. Especially when my morning wood refused to subside, an impossible task when she was so close, with her warm and wet pussy sliding over my hard cock, tempting me to take her.

Again.

And it still was not enough. I could never have enough of her.

“I hope it’s not that you have to leave right now.”

A giggle came from those sweet lips. I sat up to kiss her, but she pulled back, playing with me.

“What would you do with me if I said I could stay for another week?”

My smile was so wide it practically split my face in two.

“For real?” I grabbed her by the waist, placing her right where I wanted her, where I needed her.

A whimper escaped from her mouth as her back arched with pleasure.

Our bodies moved in unison, following the same rhythm.

Rose rode me like a goddess, her hips dancing and rippling. Pleasure washed over us, drenching us.

My mind emptied, all I could think about was how good she felt. Being inside her was my favorite place in the entire world, my hands gliding over the curves of her bare back, my fingers exploring the hollow of her spine then traveling south, until my hands were full of her beautiful butt.

I lifted her, urging her to take me faster, harder.

“Fuck, yeah,” she whispered.

Electricity ran through my veins and down my spine.

My breath caught as my lungs fought for air. We moaned in unison and gasped for more.

I was blind in the morning light. She owned my sunshine.

She changed pace to ride me slow and deep, her legs around my ribcage, her hands on my shoulders for leverage.

So fucking good.

But now I was ready to take control.

I placed my hands around her waist, flipping her around and under my body.

I knew all her secrets.

I knew what she liked.

What made her vibrate with pleasure.

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