Page 101 of S is for SEX

“Her fascination with his hands began early in their relationship. He had once…”

I gazed down at her naked body. With her face obstructed by the Kindle she held in her hands, I cautiously crawled between her legs as she continued to read.

“A slight shimmer from the chrome barrel caught her attention. Naturally, she took a step back with her…”

I slapped the Kindle out of her hands. It flew to the far side of her bed. Startled, she stared back at me, her face washed with concern. Without warning, I reached down, gripped her neck in my hands, and began to squeeze.

Her eyes widened and she groaned out one dry word.

“Harder…”

She had said all I needed to hear. I tightened my grip on her neck as I pushed my hips between her thighs. My level of arousal was at an all-time high. Starving for the feeling of her tight pussy’s clench on my throbbing shaft, I forced myself into her. It was as if a completely different cock was between my legs.

I began to thrust my hips savagely, shouting as I did so.

“Focus, Liv. Focus!” I bellowed as I pounded myself deeper and deeper.

She arched her back.

I tightened my grip and shoved my entire weight against her, hoping to force every last inch of myself into her.

“God damn it, Liv. You’ve got to focus. You’ll never amount to anything if you can’t focus,” I screamed.

I released my grip with my right hand and pressed the web of my left hand against her neck, pushing her down into the comforter of the bed. Her eyes followed my right hand as I raised it high above her.

Whack!

I slapped her face and screamed. “For fuck’s sake, Luke. Focus.”

I felt her pussy tighten against my shaft as I ground my hips between her thighs. I raised my hand again. Her lips parted slightly. I shifted my gaze to her bouncing breasts. I swept my hand down toward her chest, slapping the tips of my fingers harshly against her tit.

My breathing quickly became labored. I felt my scrotum tighten. I released her neck, gripped her butt with each hand, and lifted her from the bed. The tips of my fingers dug deep into the flesh of her ass as I shoved every inch of myself deep into her soaking wet mound. I held my hips against her inner thighs and closed my eyes. Soon, my back arched and I groaned loudly, feeling a level or satisfaction that was totally new to me. At the same time, Liv wailed into the room.

“Oh…fuuuuuck,” she cried.

Magically, our bodies, minds, and spirits seemed to connect. Her pussy clenched against the shaft of my cock, all but begging me to reach climax. In response, it swelled in size, receptive to her inner desires.

Together, we each moaned into the room, reaching climax at precisely the same time.

My vision blurred as the cum rushed from me. A few short unsuspecting strokes later, and I held myself deep within her, cherishing the feeling of our bodies being bound together.

I collapsed onto the bed beside her.

“Holy. Shit.” She turned her head to face me. “That. Was fucking. Crazy.”

I met her gaze and grinned. “So, you enjoyed it?”

She pressed her elbow into the bed and rested her cheek against the palm of her hand. “Fuck...”

The tone of her voice led me to believe she was extremely pleased. She inhaled a shallow breath and bit into her quivering lip. As she exhaled, she murmured the remaining portion of her response. “I. Loved it.”

“Me too. Sorry about the slapping. I don’t know what happened.”

“Sorry, Not sorry.” She chuckled. “It was so fucking hot. Holy crap.”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “It was.”

We relaxed side by side, catching our breath and regaining our composure. After a few moments of silence, she tossed her legs over the edge of the bed and stood.

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