I expected him to ease in, but instead he plunged into me. I was slick and ready for him, but I still writhed as his long, thick cock stretched me and he held himself there for a moment to let me get used to him. I opened my legs further and he sank even deeper into me, and I tiptoed along the blurred line between pain and bliss. He was deep inside of me, touching me in areas I had never been touched before and lighting me up in a way I never thought possible. My entire body felt electric and alive, and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his face into mine for a deep kiss.
Gently, he rocked back and then into me again, only pushing but so hard, letting me adjust for his girth. His lips left mine and searched for a nipple, and the tongue swirled around it as he quickened his pace. Little yelps passed through my lips as he increased from gentle to rough, and soon he was clasping my hips and slamming into me, fucking me with an intensity and desire I had never experienced. My legs shook as I rolled through an orgasm, but my climax didn’t stop him, and he continued his now frenetic pace. It only increased the intensity of my peak, and I writhed underneath him, simultaneously clawing at him to fuck me harder and squirming away from the overwhelming sensations my brain couldn’t process.
Suddenly, he pulled out and crawled onto the bed, making his way to the headboard so he rested his back on it. Sweat rolled down his chest and through the muscles on his stomach, and I scrambled to him, eager to lick the beads off his chiseled body. Kissing him, tasting the salty sweetness of his perspiration, I made my way down to his cock. I took him into my mouth eagerly, stroking it from the base up as I bobbed on him, tasting the mixture of my juices and his, only sending me even further into a state of sensory overload. Nothing else mattered in that moment in the world but our bodies entangling, pleasuring each other.
I let his thick cock slide down my throat as far as I dared, and his hand filled with my hair. He guided me in a pace that pleased him, and I was happy to let him move me. My body was hot and tingling from my last climax, and I needed a moment to break from it, to pleasure him while I recovered. His moans, grumbling from deep within his chest, brought me back to the intense need for him again. I let his thick head slide from between my lips and crawled up to him, kissing the sweat away again until I reached his neck. Straddling him, I felt his cock slide through my lips before I arched up and settled it at my pussy. His hands clasped my waist as he guided me down, and the new position seemed to fill me even more.
He reached for my breasts and fondled them as I rode him. Soon, I was crashing through the gates of another orgasm, and I could feel his body responding. One hand had grabbed my ass and pulled me down hard, slamming our hips together as I bucked and shook. A grunt of effort rolled from his lips, and he cradled me as he picked me up and then laid me down flat. Climbing on me, smothering me with his body, he plunged into me, fucking me with an incredible intensity. My fingers dug into his skin as he moaned louder, and then louder still, then roared.
The sound filled the room, and all my senses were dominated by him. The weight of his body, the smell of his skin, the taste of his sweat, the sound of his roar, and the sight of his body, locked as he came deeply into me, brought me a climax that was stronger, deeper, and more explosive than I had ever felt. My body milked him as he shook, then rocked into me a few more times, emptying everything he had before collapsing in my arms.
If I could have, I would have liked to stay there in Darren’s arms the whole night. I wondered what it would be like to wake up with him in the morning and maybe go for another romp. But I didn’t have that option. I’d already stayed later than I intended to and had to slip out of the bed carefully to avoid waking him up. The sun wasn’t up yet, but I didn’t have long before I needed to get going. Not wanting to just disappear without any trace, I found a piece of paper and pen and left a note on the pillow. It wasn’t anything special, just thanking him for a fun night and wishing him a happy birthday again. I hoped I’d leave him with fond memories, and he wouldn’t be too upset when he realized I was gone.
My rideshare was waiting for me when I rushed out of the house, and I burst into the hotel room as Kira was finishing packing up the last of our toiletries.
“Cutting it close,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, kicking off my shoes and peeling off my clothes. I rushed toward the bathroom. “Just give me ten minutes to take a shower and get dressed.”
“Where were you tonight?” she asked.
“Just getting a last goodbye from the States,” I told her.
I didn’t want to get into details right then. She’d probably find out at some point. As her twin, there was never anything I really managed to keep from her for good. But for now, I just wanted to hang on to those moments for myself and concentrate on getting home. We still had to bring the last of our boxes to the
