She gave him a few slow strokes then guided him in her cunt, moaning all the way down. Jay’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. The decision to give up condoms and get Kimber on the pill had been a phenomenal one. Her cunt clutched him like a slick fist and he stifled a groan. Could this ever get old?
Jay opened his eyes and his breath hitched at the sight of her riding him, the sunlight spilling in from the open window and over her bare skin, her fingers digging into his chest, his cock glistening as it disappeared inside her cunt. He became lightheaded, and the sounds they both made echoed through the room. “Holy fuck.” The words came out as a whoosh as curls of rosy pleasure snaked through him.
Her gaze met his as she swiveled her hips, making him bite his lip. “What?”
“This. You. Me. Us.” He shook his head and laughed, embarrassed by the lusty fog in his brain that made him so inarticulate. She was turning him stupid with arousal. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
She gave a throaty giggle. “Yeah, it’s pretty sweet.”
Suddenly needing more body contact and control, he flipped them over so he was on top and slammed inside her, making her cry out. He drove into her at a deep, even pace, trying not to let her moaning his and God’s name in his ear push him over the edge.
She let out one last groan and came apart in his arms, her short fingernails raking over his shoulder blades and her cunt contracting around his cock, signaling permission for and bringing about his own climax.
“Yay,” Kimber said with a happy sigh, hugging Jay and giving his cock, still inside her, a private squeeze. “That was fun.”
“I agree.” Jay rolled off her and flopped on his back, panting toward the ceiling. “Good work.” He extended his hand toward her, like they were business associates, and she gave it a single, firm shake before burying her face in his neck with a giggle. In turn, he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her to him in a way that made her squeak like a dog’s wheezy plastic newspaper. He could feel himself grinning like a fool and couldn’t think of any other time in his life when he felt so impossibly complete and at peace.
Then came a pounding on the other side of the wall.
“Woo! Way to go, guys!” came the sound of Taryn’s voice. “From what I hear, moving day is going pretty well.”
“Taryn!” said a shocked male, presumably Brad. “Leave the neighbors alone. They’re just having fun.”
“We sure are.” Jay sat up and gave the wall a noisy high five.
“Oh God.” Kimber hid her face in a pillow with a gasp. “That’s it. Forget moving in. We’re both moving out. How does Canada sound to you?”
“Too cold.” Jay turned her over, forcing her to look at him, and kissed her. “Sorry, but you better get used to it. They’re going to be hearing us-a lot.” A mischievous idea sprung to mind. “But first, you have some explaining to do.”
“I do?”
“That’s right.” He leaned over her to crack open her night table drawer and enjoyed her gasp when he withdrew the magenta vibrator. “How come you never told me about your other live-in lover?”
She clapped a hand over her eyes. “Just when I thought I couldn’t get more embarrassed.”
“Why, because you own a vibrator?” He gave the bottom of the toy a twist and enjoyed how her body jerked as it buzzed to life, a Pavlovian reaction that had a similar effect on him. “That’s not embarrassing, that’s hot.”
“Is it?” Her voice was little more than a whisper and her eyes went shiny with anticipation as he circled one of her hardening nipples with the toy.
He nodded, sucking on his lower lip as he traced a path down her body, the vibrator riding lightly on her skin. He moved between the valley of her breasts to her belly button, her back arching and her stomach caving as he reached her lower abdomen. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back in an act of surrender. It was intoxicating seeing her like this, all naked and spellbound and wanting in her bed. Their bed.
Jay outlined the creases of her inner thighs with the vibrator, Kimber’s every needy whimper threatening to crumble what remained of his self-control. She parted her legs, granting him a view of her shiny, pink sex, and his mouth went dry. Using the tip of the toy, he explored her folds, stroking her clit, probing her dripping entrance but not entering her.
Kimber raised her hips and gripped the pillow beneath her head, mumbling breathy, half-finished commands and words of encouragement. He bit back a smile. He loved her wanting this as much as he did.
Unable to stave off his own needs any longer, he pushed the head of the vibrator inside her, and her breathing became short and choppy with every additional inch that entered her. He twisted the bottom of the toy so it was on the highest setting and angled it, aiming for her G-spot. She shuddered and released a moan so primal it went straight to his already engorged cock. “Oh God.” Her grasp on the pillow intensified, all but wringing the fluff from it.
Jay sucked in a breath and watched as he plunged the toy in and out of her, the sight hypnotic, erotic. He pushed her knees farther apart and settled between them, continuing his motions. His free hand found her right breast and kneaded it, tugging at the nipple until it peaked. Kimber’s hand covered his, and his gaze moved from her cunt to her mouth as she captured his index finger in her mouth and gave it a good, hard suck, her tongue swirling around it.
Overwhelmed, Jay became completely undone. He lost the control he’d needed to hold back and, still fucking her with the vibrator, covered her clit with his mouth, sucking, kissing, nibbling, breathing in her musky, irresistible scent. Kimber, apparently forgetting all about Taryn and Brad, screamed her pleasure toward the ceiling as her hips bucked toward his face. Lost in sensation, he lapped at her like he’d never again have the chance. Within moments, convulsions racked her body and goose bumps bloomed over her skin, and his cheeks went damp with her juices.
She was still whimpering, eyes squeezed shut and lips pouty, as he kissed his way back up her body, nestling between her open legs. He buried his face in her neck and nipped at the sensitive skin there as she draped her arms around his shoulders. “What are you trying to do to me?” she said, her words a happy sigh.
“Make you come.”
“Mission complete. Congratulations. I don’t even think I can walk, let alone help you move the rest of your stuff in.”
He clucked his tongue. “Lazy ass.”
Her mock gasp and retort was cut short by more pounding on the wall.
“That last one sounded especially inspiring,” Taryn shouted.
“Jesus, Taryn, leave them alone,” Brad admonished.
Kimber’s eyes went wide as Jay laughed. “I’d forgotten about them,” she said. “On second thought, Canada isn’t far enough. I heard there’s a nice, cheap apartment located on the fringe of the galaxy. It’s worth checking out at least.”
“Forget it. You just have to face the facts.” He combed his fingers through her hair, running into the sex- inspired nest of tangles at the back of her head. “We’re going to have an awesome time together. And the neighbors are going to hear all about it.”
“Oh, really?” A naughty smirk danced on her lips. “What’re we going to do that’s so awesome?”
He pressed his mouth to hers and gave her waist a squeeze. “You’ll see.”
“Good.” She let out a sound that was both a giggle and a moan. “I can’t wait.”
About the Author
Lux Zakari is an erotica-writing, heart-breaking, gun-jumping, opportunistic, ink-stained wench masquerading as a librarian in the United States. A Renaissance gal who is always both playing and working, she is interested in a variety of mediums, including music, painting, sewing, illustration, photography and graphic design. More often than not, she gets carried away with an idea-and takes everyone else along for the ride.
Some of her claims to fame include reading the entire
