I push into her so hard, I drive her up the bed. Her body twists and shakes as she comes apart underneath me and I piston up, up, up and fuuuck.
All I see is white light and summer flowers.
I can’t open my eyes for minutes, hours, maybe it’s fucking days. I’ve lost all track of time.
“I need to pee,” she says from under me eventually. She’s holding my waist, and I’m still inside her.
I move and take off the condom while she heads to the bathroom. I’m exhausted and maybe even dead, but neither of those things can stop me watching her ass as she moves across the room.
She doesn’t shut the door and I can’t see her, but I hear her pee. I laugh and scrub my face with my hands. I don’t think a woman has ever peed with the door open. I hadn’t realized it until now.
I hear the faucets go and then she re-appears. She heads to the minibar and pulls out two bottles of water. “You want one?”
I sit up and nod. She hands it to me and I pull her back onto the bed with me. She sits cross-legged opposite me, completely naked and I laugh again because I one hundred percent appreciate the view.
“What?” she asks, before taking a swig of water.
“Your body is incredible.”
“Thanks,” she says, screwing the lid back on the bottle.
She’s so adorable.
I take a swig of water and then put the lid back on the bottle and toss it onto the floor. Then I take her bottle from her hand and throw it so it follows mine, and pull her onto me so she’s straddling me where I lie.
“So now it’s okay for me to be on top?” she asks.
“Maybe for a bit.”
She shifts in place a little and the slick feel of her wakes up my cock immediately. Jesus, five seconds ago, I was so spent, I wasn’t sure I’d ever walk again. How am I ready to fuck again so quickly?
I settle my hands around her waist, my thumbs slotting under her hip bones.
She lifts up her breasts. “My nipples are a little sore,” she says.
“They’ll be tender for a few days after tonight.”
“I didn’t realize I liked that.” She’s started moving over me, sliding up and down my cock as we talk.
I nod. “You’re very responsive.”
“Like now?” She tips her head back as she picks up her pace and gasps. “I’m so wet again. I ache, I want you inside me so much.”
Fuck, this woman knows just what to say to me.
“Yeah?” I ask. “You want me deep like before?” I feel the throb underneath her skin as she moves against me.
“So deep,” she whispers. “So, so, deep.”
“How did it feel, Kate?” I can barely get the words out. My throat is all brambles and tequila and I want to fuck this woman so badly, I can barely breathe.
She whimpers and she reaches her fingers to her clit, but I push her hand away. She’s not making herself come. Not on my watch.
But I’ve got to get inside her. I move us to the edge of the bed, so my legs are on the floor and I grab a condom. Kate circles my neck with her limp arms, drunk on need for me.
I rip the foil with my teeth and roll the condom on in a second. “I’m ready for you.”
Lifting her hips, I pull her onto my cock, savoring deep and desperate breaths. “Vincent,” she calls out, half sigh, half moan.