That Day, Karen Deen [early readers .txt] 📗

squeezes my exposed breast. Oh, for the love of chocolate, nothing compares to this.

“Just perfect.” His voice is deep and smooth. Gone is the rough raspy voice of when he is trying to maintain composure, but now it’s pure lust and his control over me.

His hands are now at the side of my panties and sliding them down my legs as his mouth moves lower to my sex. As my last foot slips out of the leg hole, my body jumps off the bed, but not from the thunder and lightning this time. It’s purely from the moment his mouth touches my pussy, and he wastes no time taking his fill of me. His tongue swipes up through my folds, and his mouth then sucks on my clit every chance it gets. I’m thrashing now, with want and need to reach the peak. My hands reach for his head to hold on. His black hair that is a little long is still damp in my fingers as I grasp it tight, spurring him to pleasure me harder. I’m not sure I can handle much more.

Just at that moment, my orgasm racing through with the power of the storm outside, I look down as I’m about to scream his name and the room lights up like daylight. The vision of him between my legs and looking up at me, with his eyes full of desire and his messy black curls falling onto his forehead… I can’t hold on anymore.

“Oh, Kurt! Yes… oh yes.” I can feel my heart beating almost out my chest, my body quivering as he keeps stroking me with his finger. As he pushes up off my bed, he moves his body over top of me again.

The taste of me on his lips is an unexpected surprise, something that has me wanting more. Of him, me, and all of those perfect lips.

“That’s just the beginning. Stay with me, sweetheart. You want to still be feeling this in days to come? Then you better hold on, because I’m about to fuck you so you will never forget this night.” I feel the towel drag over my sex as he takes it off himself, and the touch of skin on skin tells me I was right. He was full commando.

Grinding his hard cock against my pussy, I know for certain.

There is no way I’ll ever forget this night… or Kurt!

Chapter Three

KURT

My head is screaming asshole at me. I should be resisting her, yet there is no way I’m stopping now.

No. Fucking. Way.

There is only so much restraint a man can have.

Feeling her body relax as I touch her but then tense up as I drag every last tingle of her orgasm out of her, it’s something that will stay with me. I can’t always see her, but fuck, I can feel her. My mouth is on her again and reminding her what it’s like to be kissed. Not just a regular kiss, but one that totally consumes every part of her body.

“Are you sure you want this, Asha?”

Please say yes, please say yes.

Kissing down her neck, I’m waiting for the answer, as I can feel my cock sitting at her entrance. Placing my hand on my cock, slowly dragging it up and down her slit, she lets out a moaning sound in my ear. A moan that is followed by one long, drawn-out word.

“Yeeessss!” she purrs loudly.

The pounding of my heart, knowing how much I’m pleasing her, makes me feel ten feet tall.

“Then breathe, because this is going to make you scream louder than any storm.” I know I should be gentle with her, but I’m so tightly wound that I just bury myself inside her. Plunging my cock deep into her, I feel her whole body lift off the bed and she wraps her arms and her legs around my body.

I want to own her, but I don’t know if she can handle what my body wants to deliver. It’s been far too long since I’ve been with a woman, and watching her every day has had me fantasizing about this exact moment, the instant I feel every hidden part of her. I’m way too invested in this, but I’m going to live every second of it, because tomorrow, it’s all gone.

It has to be.

I shouldn’t be doing this. But fuck, it’s so worth every minute.

“I’m not hurting you?” I ask, feeling her clenching tightly around me.

“So good, fuck, you feel so good… move, I need more…” I slowly grind against her in a rhythm that feels perfect, knowing if I fuck her like I want to, this will be over in no time, and I want to savor this memory, as much as she wants to feel it for days.

“More, more of what?”

“You… this… freefalling… all of it.”

I want that too. That freefalling is the point where nothing else exists.

The furniture is now being thrown around outside, and there’s another pretty loud bang from the side of the house.

“Kurt!” Asha tenses with the noise.

“Stay with me. Feel me.” I want her only thinking of me.

Pushing harder into her, my restraint is gone.

“You feel so fucking amazing.” Moving faster now, her moans are picking up and getting louder. Taking us both to that high place of ecstasy is all I care about now.

Fuck the weather; we are conjuring up our own storm right here.

“That’s it, gorgeous, take it all, just like you wanted.”

“Oh god, Kurt, I can’t take it… I’m almost there, right there… yeah, there… oh fuck, oh fuuuccckkkk!” Her voice, all breathless and trying to scream when she has nothing left to give, is something that is now etched in my head. I plan on replaying that when I’m alone lying in my bed.

The tightening of my balls starts the rush of euphoria, and thrusting twice more, I come deep inside her with a ferocity like I’ve never felt before.

“Holy shit… that was… I don’t even know what to say.” No words are adequate as I