I don't care where they go, I don't care where they land, so long as they're off her.
Her shirt comes off next, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Her bra is sheer lace, her nipples exposed behind the cranberry colored fabric. Her pussy is just as visible, hidden under a thin layer of cotton.
Palming her mound, Sia arches her back and moans. She's soaking wet, dripping to the point her arousal is all over my hand already. Wrapping my fingers around the thin edge over her hip, I rip her panties in half at the seam.
The fabric breaks away easily, giving me full access to her sensitive clit. Opening her legs wide, she calls to me. “Take me, Mark. All I've thought about is this since the morning I left. I can't wait, don't make me wait.”
Her hands slip over her belly, and she grabs her tits, pinching her nipples. Gripping the clip in the center, she unclasps it, letting it fall to the floor beneath her. Small bumps ripple over her skin as she arches high, desperately begging me with her body.
It drives me wild to watch her writhe beneath me. Her hands keep touching herself, grabbing her tits, rolling down her stomach and up her ribs. Her legs keep opening and closing, her hips rising and falling, her eyes flickering with need.
Digging my fingers into her hips, I hold her up and drive my cock deep into her heat. She's so wet I slip in easily, her arousal warm and silky as it coats my length. Every muscle in her body goes stiff as she throws her head back and moans loudly.
It's music to my ears. The coo comes out on a shallow breath, growing louder and more intense as her hands dive into her hair. Her heels bear down on the floor, and she clutches my hips with her thighs as I thrust in and out of her.
I'm not gentle. I'm not kind. I'm a beast taking what I want and giving her what she craves. Everything is raw. The hunger so great I'm not thinking about anything else.
Slamming forward, I pull back out and slam in again. My chest burns, needing a breath of air, but I can't do anything else except fuck her. Spearing her pussy, her walls stretch wide letting me in, and clench down hard to keep me there.
Slapping the floor with her hands, she claws the wood with her nails. Her skin is hot and clammy as she blushes from the cheeks down. Slipping my hands to her thighs, I can feel her shaking as her eyes snap shut and she lets out a deep throaty moan.
That's it, that's all it takes to make my stomach tighten and my cock explode. Holding my body still, my cock pulses over and over as her clit throbs against my base.
Falling forward, my palms slip over the wood, bringing me face to face with her. Her eyes dart between mine as she's trying to catch her breath. I finally inhale a long, deep breath, cooling the burning sensation in my chest.
I can't take my eyes off her. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And right now, with her tousled hair and rosy cheeks, she looks like a fallen angel. Heart shaped lips, big bold blue eyes with starry twinkles, she's all I need right now.
I could forget everything else in this world if I could make this moment last forever.
8
Siobhan
My legs are still shaking. Violently trembling as I lay comatose on the floor. With spaghetti arms, I'm barely able to push myself up. Resting on my palms, my lungs struggle to take in air and keep it.
“You know, I thought when we had sex last time that I was too drunk for it have been as good as it was. I was so wrong.”
“What are you saying? That I'm so good in bed it's mind blowing?” Mark smirks, wagging his brows playfully.
“Don't go getting a big head or anything, but yeah, that was fucking amazing.”
Mark pushes to his feet, still naked and exposed as he walks around the room picking up our clothes. His muscles are slick and shining from sweat, his ass plump and firm. I can't stop the flutter in my chest as I watch his muscles flex smoothly all the way from his shoulders to the perfect V-shape of his lower back.
Handing me my clothes, he holds up a jagged piece of fabric. “I don't think these will work anymore.” The thin fabric dangles over his finger as he sways it back and forth.
Giggling, I nod. “Yeah, they're dust.” Taking my torn panties off his finger, I ball them up and toss them into the waste basket next to the door. “Looks like I'm going commando.”
“And in jeans, that ain't going to go over well. There'll be chaffing, and probably some raw skin—”