The fourth time she ran into Jim was when she was coming from the hallway and Jim stepped out from the living room. Startled, she frowned at him. “Were you waiting for me?”
He put his finger on her lips, took her hand, and started walking up the staircase without a word. Stupid Kayla. She followed him.
He knew where her bedroom was, so he went inside with her and shut the door, locking it before pressing her against it.
Her heart exploded. She was shocked, confused, and totally filled with joy. Relief, actually. And raw excitement. He planted his lips on hers in a long, heartfelt kiss. He was coaxing her for more. He kissed and fondled her lips with his. His tongue gently outlined her lips and slowly slid deeper, tacitly asking for permission to enter her mouth. Soon as she gave it, his kiss went from soft and long, to gentle tugs of his teeth and lips in a warm, wet suction of mouths and tongues. His hands moved into her hair and massaged her scalp as she groaned at all the wonderful sensations he created with his long, slender fingers. He simply set her skin on fire.
The timid, apologetic, but sweet kiss exploded all at once. Releasing her lips, his mouth glided down her neck and his hand dropped to the curve of her waist, and over her butt, where he cupped it. Gripping both cheeks tightly, he drew her closer before thrusting himself into her. He kissed her neck and she groaned when his tongue made contact. She whimpered before her head fell back with a soft thump on the door.
He squeezed her and her entire body began weeping with desire for him. His hard length pushed through all the material and fabrics, right into her. She ground her body against his, getting breathless and dizzy in the sensuous feelings he created.
His mouth found hers again and his hands were shaking. Why? Was it his unbridled desire for her? He fumbled with his pants and she held onto him, distracted by his tongue diving deep inside her mouth and drawing hers into a sensuous dance. Weird colors started streaming behind her eyelids. He was so good at this. Too good. Too fast.
His hands unceremoniously began loosening the top button of her jeans. He kept kissing her but both hands worked on her jeans, pushing them down her legs as far as he could reach. Their lips never parted and Kayla pulled her pants further down until finally, she managed to get one leg entirely off. That was enough.
He had a condom already in his hand. Still kissing her, he unwrapped it before hastily slipping it over himself and tightening his arms around her. Gripping her ass, he pulled her up towards him. She let him. Kayla eagerly wrapped her legs around him as he pushed inside her. Hard.
He had to balance her back against the door and her front on him, which he did quite well. Becoming fully sheathed inside her wet opening, he paused and ripped his mouth off hers before pressing his forehead on hers. She stared up at him through her lashes. She was dazed and the glaze in her eyes indicated she was extremely turned on.
Her body easily received him and he slid into her slickness, which felt as if she used a whole half bottle of lube. How could he do that to her with so little foreplay? It wasn’t usually so easy for her. Or the men she slept with.
He was breathing hard and his arms were half supporting her and half pushing her into the bedroom door. Her door. “Feels… so… good!” he gasped before his mouth sought hers again. He held her like he needed her as much as a plant needs water.
His body withdrew from hers before he pushed himself back in hard. She hit the door and pulled her mouth free of his, biting her lip to restrain a scream. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. “The bed… someone will hear…” she gasped between heaving breaths.
He didn’t bother with the bed. Somehow, they landed on the floor and she positioned herself on the carpet, still wearing her shirt with her jeans on one leg, and her socks too but no panties. He shoved himself deep inside her and her bare bottom slid on the carpet. He started pumping his hips into her. It wasn’t planned or well-choreographed. It was jerky and hard… too hard. Kayla expected to find a rug burn on her bare bottom. He leaned over her, burying his face into her shoulder before he went even harder at her.
Selfishly, he used her body to get what he wanted. Slamming into her over and over, he grunted and pushed so hard, his whole body shook. His mouth devoured hers and she suspected he did it to muffle his own moans as he straightened his body, grasped her hips and drove his shaft fully into her. Yeah. Definitely getting rug burns.
The crazy part was: her delighted body was hot, dripping and ready for him. The sensations he created were unimaginably hot and wanton.
He collapsed on her, completely withering like… well, hell, like a deflated erection. She almost giggled at the silly comparison.
It was hot and nice but she didn’t have three orgasms like she did the first time… Wow, the potential was definitely there,
