Page 65 of Love Resurrected
“This will be quick.” I pull at the scrap of lace in my way, ripping it from her body, and sink my dick into her. “Oh god.” I can’t move. If I do, I’ll come.
She’s so tight.
Hot.
Wet.
Jesus Christ.
“Move, please. I need you to move, I can’t stand it. Brad.” Her cries are dimmed by the sound of my blood roaring through my veins. I pull out slightly and look down at where we are joined. Her juices coat my cock, a sight I haven’t seen in a long, long time. She tilts her hips and wraps her legs higher around my waist. The new angle lets me sink all the way in. So, I do. Again, and again. My balls slap against her, and the skin-on-skin contact is nearly my undoing.
The stall walls shake with the force of each pump of my hips. The metal clang of the latch echoes loudly through the room. Tenley’s cries are muffled by my neck as she bites down lightly. I wrap my hand in her hair and pull her head back, giving me unfettered access to the sensitive skin. She tastes divine, and I suckle and bite my way from one side to the other as she claws at my shoulders.
I’m going to come.
I need her to get there.
I work my hand between us and find her clit. Her moans get louder.
Oh fuck.
That’s all it takes. “Oh god. Oh, Brad. I’m going to—”
Her muscles clamp down on my dick as she comes, and I can’t hold it in any longer. My release follows immediately after and I let go with a roar.
“Fuck.”
My head back and muscles tight, I’m blinded by the explosion of lights behind my eyes. My knees weaken and I worry we’ll both fall. I stumble back, falling onto the toilet seat behind us. Tenley drapes over my shoulders, limp and breathless, her legs falling to my sides, followed by my arms. I lean against the back of the toilet, grateful for the tank as a backrest. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I can barely lift my head to look at her.
We sit there, each trying to catch our breath. She lifts her head and I slowly open my eyes to meet hers.
“That was unexpected.” She smiles lazily. “Thank you.”
It makes me smile.
It’s something Kat would have said.
Kat.
It’s somethingKatwould have said.
Fuck!
I push her off me blindly, pulling up my jeans and somehow getting them fastened.
I’ve got to get out of here.
The stall door won’t open.
I can’t find the lock.
My breath stops, and I don’t remember how to make it start again. Why can’t I feel my legs?
Oh god, my head.
I need out. I need out.
I pry the door loose and it swings open, banging against the wall beside it. The room spins around me.
