Page 18 of A Very No Strings Halloween
“Huh? Your parents makin’ you do chores while they’re out of town?”
“What?” She wriggles around, freeing herself from her pants and panties. “Just take my virginity now—hurry up.” She repositions herself so her head rests on a pillow, clasping her hands over her chest. “But take me however you want me.”
“Yep, that also works.” I pop up, pull a condom packet from my pocket, and then let my jeans and my Calvin Klein boxer briefs—that look ten times hotter on me than they ever did on Marky Mark—drop to the floor. Donna watches me roll the condom on, biting her swollen lower lip and then swallowing hard because her mouth is watering for my cock. “Your mouth is watering for my cock, isn’t it?”
She nods.
“You ready for it?”
She nods, shyly.
“Get on your hands and knees and face the headboard.”
She does.
I nearly choke on my tongue, staring at that beautiful naked ass.
On her hands and knees, she glances over her shoulder at me and bats her eyelashes all innocently.
I tease her entrance, and it’s killing me.
“Hold on to the headboard. Hold on tight.”
She does. When I see that she has a good grip on it,I ram into her. She cries out, but there’s so much pleasure in that sound.
“Good?”
“Yeah. More.”
I give her more. I give her everything I’ve got. Gripping her waist as hard as she’s gripping the edge of the headboard. The posts beat against the wall with a staccato rhythm. The crystal beads of the chandelier above us rattle and clink against each other, but it’s not to the same tempo as my thrusts. I’m aware of that thing that’s pulsing overhead like there’s an earthquake, but the house could split in two and it wouldn’t stop me from fucking this woman.
Her head’s swaying like she’s in ecstasy, but when I grab her ponytail and arch her neck back, that’s when she shudders and screams my name and then spasms around my cock.Myname. Billy. I work so hard to keep from coming until after the tornado of an orgasm has ripped through her. I keep going and going and going, sweat dripping into my eyes, until she goes limp for a few seconds.
Then she braces herself again and tells me, her voice hoarse and just above a whisper, that she wants to come again, with me. I give her ass a smack and pull out of her, moving fast, becauseoutis the opposite direction from where I want to be when it comes to her. But we’ve had sex so many times I know she likes to ride me, so I get onto my back and let her climb ontop of me. Watching her grip the base of my erection. Watching her lower herself down onto it. Watching her play with her tits as she rocks her hips back and forth and then round and round, slow at first. My eyelids are so heavy and my vision is so blurry, but I force myself to see as much as I can.
Resting my hands on her thighs, I have to squeeze my eyes shut for a minute because everything about this is so fucking good I’m torn—completely torn between the desire to make this last forever and the need to explode and disappear into this wild, furious madness I feel for her today. I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but it’s in me too. I feel her pressing down on my chest. Bearing down on me. Arching her back, her neck. She’s ramping things up.
I spank her ass, real quick, and the surprise sends an intense shudder through her. She clamps around my cock, and there she goes again. With a gentle massage of my chest, she wordlessly signals to me that I can surrender to the storm I’ve been quelling.
I do.
With a howl, I let it tear through me. I’m aware of her leaning back as I empty myself, hot and heavy, inside of her, into the condom, so much that it spills out. I’m aware that the bedposts are still banging against the wall, the chandelier is still rattling. But I can’t hear anything except the muted echo of my roar,like I’m driving through a tunnel in slow motion. This orgasm seems to last forever.
It seamlessly leads me into a deep sleep, I guess. I have a bizarre, vivid dream about the house we’re currently in. A woman lives here in the dream. But Donna and I also live here. And not as roommates. As something more. Way more. But it’s not scary in the dream. Neither is the house. We’re not trapped in it. We’re protected by it.
“It was waiting for you,” the woman says. Her voice echoes in a strange way, the opposite of the thudding in this room.
“For us?” I ask. Donna is next to me, but I can’t see her. Only feel her.
The woman nods and looks past me. I look over my shoulder, but everything slows down. I hear the patter of feet behind. Small feet. And giggles. Kid giggles. I can’t turn enough to see them. Everything is too slow, and then darkness.
When I wake up, Donna’s lying on top of me. We’re both slick with sweat. The room is still filled with soft golden daylight. The chandelier is so still I might have imagined it shaking before.
Now there’s a gentle, quiet stillness that’s so peaceful it’s kind of weird.
For a few seconds, I panic because it feels like something’s holding me down. Not Donna’s body, butsome force is keeping me on this bed. I try to move my fingers, but I can’t.
Am I still dreaming?
