Page 19 of Knocked Up by Mr. Grump Lawyer

Getting to know her better and spending time with her were stripping away my layers and masks. She impressed and inspired me. She was nothing like my ex-girlfriend Jaynie.

Listening to her tirade and seeing her so flushed with anger, the heat kept rising within me, causing electric currents to shoot from one part to another, engulfing my entire being with lust and desire.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. Knowing we would be trapped here for a while, I took the risk. I grabbed and kissed her, silencing her with my mouth.

I felt her turn to putty in my arms, her fury melting away and getting replaced by the longing she’d kept at bay. Both of us needed this. We wanted this.

The lights were on. The cameras could be running, for all we knew. But somehow, nothing else mattered.

It thrilled us more as if we were making out in a sixties diner. Maybe it was the movie set that triggered me, as it allowed us to imagine that we were simply caught up in a fictional scenario rather than experiencing something that was actually occurring in our lives.

She was responding with great fervor, encouraging me to move further.

I pulled her even closer, feeling her breasts grinding against my chest. My hands cupped her buttocks, lifting her up on her toes. I began to kiss and lick her ears and then her neck, unbuttoning the top of her long-sleeved blouse as I moved down. She threw her head back slightly and gave out a moan of pleasure.

My mind went blank, consumed by an insatiable hunger that made my body ache with need. A wildfire burned within me, urging me to claim her as my own. The mere touch of her tantalizing body sent shivers down my spine, as I longed to feel the heat of her skin against mine, to explore every inch of her body and lose myself in the depths of our desire.

She began unbuttoning my top too. I felt her hands slithering under the fabric of my shirt, caressing my chest, feeling the little hairs heading down to my torso.Very, very slowly.

Her touch inflamed me even more, making me rock hard.

I took off her blouse. It fell to the floor. My fingers then unhooked her bra, making it slide between us as my mouth explored her full breasts, teasing her nipples with my tongue, savoring the taste of her skin. I felt her body arching towards me, eager for more. The sounds of our passion filled the room as I continued to explore every inch of her, my hunger for her growing with each passing moment.

She moaned again, egging me on. We hurriedly took off each other’s pants and underwear as our lips met again in a torrid kiss. Every second that passed made us feel more starved, more aroused. Every nerve in my body felt alive.

She went down on me then as I sat on the stool, sinking her face between my legs and licking the tip of my hardness. I was hooked. It throbbed in her mouth. She sucked harder and faster, tasting the pre-cum leaking from the tip. Her tongue teased my tip, dipping into the slit.

After a while, we shifted positions. I lifted her up on the stool beside mine, bent down, and thrust my tongue inside her wetness, feeling every nook and cranny, pressing against the sensitive areas, making her moan, tremble, and scream.

I put in two fingers that worked with my tongue, pulling her higher and higher in erotic bliss. Her fingers clutched my hair. She looked down and watched me without shame. I looked up, and our eyes locked with one another, the intensity of our desire shooting daggers through our pupils. Our passion was insatiable.

I relished her taste. My hands massaged her body, moving up to cup her breasts once again. Soon I could sense her escalating, moving toward her peak. Her breathing came in short, raspy bouts. Her body began to tremble. A scream escaped her lips, echoing a little bit around the space.

And when she was done climaxing, I lifted her up and positioned her on top of one of the tables, her beautiful nakedness imprinting in my mind.

I penetrated her slowly and gently, then with more and more ardor. She moaned again, her body arching toward me. I shoved harder and deeper, filling her completely. She choked out her next breath. My heart was thudding against my ribcage. Euphoria was an understatement. The orgasm ripped through me. Her body shuddered against mine as her screams pierced the air.

She grabbed my head with both hands and brought me to her face, kissing me fervently.

Shifting our position after some time, we ended up in a missionary position on the tabletop. I held her legs on either side of my face as I thrust in with mounting arousal. We closed our eyes and savored the intense pleasure and the growing gratification.

We had no regard for the surroundings. In our minds, only the two of us and what we felt for each other. The strength of what was built was staggering. Mind-blowing. Our bodies were going to be blown into dust and atoms.

I went deeper. She moaned harder. I felt myself expanding, hardening even more, getting faster… Until we both exploded in a myriad of heavenly sensations.

We lay on our backs on the table, naked under a colored spotlight, panting heavily but feeling greatly satisfied.

It was surreal.

I’m not sure how many minutes passed. I think I even fell asleep for a little while. But the cold surface beneath my back wasn’t very comfortable. Thus, I got down and got dressed.

I saw that Kayla had already dressed up and gone to the warehouse's other side. She’d turned the garden setting into nighttime again and was lying on the blanket now, looking up at the fake stars.

“Hey,” I greeted, getting down beside her.

“Hey,” she said without looking at me.

I wasn’t sure if she needed or wanted to be cuddled after sex, so I stayed put and struck up a conversation like before, as if we had not just shared an intimate moment.

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