The Story Continues

This is a continuation of the story in my previous entry. I’ll say it again. If you don’t like reading erotic fiction, go away.

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“I want,” she began, her words cut off by a groan as Chris ran his cock up her sensitive slit, the head barely parting the lips. “I need you. Inside me.” It was all she could do to form coherent sentences.

            Chris took her face in both of his hands, searching her face. She met his eyes steadily. At last he smiled at her and kissed her, gently and hesitantly, on the lips. As he broke away, he guided his cock into Darcy’s waiting pussy, thrusting hard. Darcy gasped at the moment of sharp pain as her body expanded to take him all in, but she thrust her hips upward to meet him. She clung to his shoulders, reveling in the silky feel of his manhood as it plunged into her. He ground against her, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine. He could feel the muscles tightening around his shaft as her pleasure mounted and he thrust hard and deep, trying to match her intensity. He looked down at her face, her head tilted back, her lips parted. With another deep thrust he felt her back arch and her pussy pulse around him. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and cried out her ecstasy as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

            “Oh god, Chris!” she cried. Hearing her call out his name, her voice rough with pleasure, sent him over the brink. They moved, locked together, as Chris came inside her with a loud groan, her pussy still spasming with the force of her own orgasm. When his seed was spent, he lay on top of her, feeling her heart pounding in her chest and knowing that she could feel his doing the same thing. He kissed her forehead, tasting the sweet, salty tang of her skin. Eyes closed, he leaned his forehead on hers, their lips close but not touching. For the first time he noticed that her breath was sweet with the smell of cherry lip balm, and he wondered how that could have escaped his notice up till then. He smiled, still panting, as Darcy ran her fingernails over his back and shoulders.

            She watched his mouth move into a smile, his eyes still closed, and ran one finger down his face, pausing at the corner of his mouth. He turned and kissed the tip of her finger, the movement traveling down his body until she could feel it in her own. Chris opened his eyes and took her hand in his, kissing her palm, her wrist, and her forearm until he had guided her arm back around his neck, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt a surge of heat and a fluttering in her stomach. She lifted her mouth to his in a slow, soft kiss. It was a moment before she noticed the taste of salt on her lips. Confused, she pulled away. A wet line traced itself down Chris’s cheek and his eyes were overbright.

            “I’m an idiot,” he whispered, answering the question in her eyes. “I should have said something sooner.” He bit his lip. “You have no idea how long or how much I’ve wanted this, how hard it’s been sometimes.”

            Darcy swallowed a sudden lump in her throat. “We still have six weeks,” she said in a brittle voice. “That’s something isn’t it?”

            Chris smiled down at her and kissed her. “I guess it is.” She wiggled, trying to get comfortable, and Chris felt his cock stirring inside her warm wetness. She felt it too and pressed against him as his erection grew. He grinned, surprised at her eagerness. With one swift movement he rolled them both over, so that she sat astride him. He looked up at her messy blond hair falling around her shoulders, her full breasts hanging above him. He ran his hands over her rich curves, in love with the way she was gazing back down at him.

            “Six weeks is all the time in the world,” he whispered.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, let me know. If you didn’t, still let me know, but be aware that I probably won’t care. I wrote it for myself and no one else. Constructive criticism is always welcome, of course.

~Liz