Crash Into Me, Chapter 5
viper209n is out for the weekend, but she's given me the go-ahead to post Chapter 5. Apparently, some of you are prone to coronaries. Hee.
More smut ahead, I'm afraid. And this isn't even half of it yet. What does that say about this fic?
After a few moments of being held like that, her nude front against his chest, and her legs tangled around his, Kirsten opened her eyes and pulled back slightly. Her glazed eyes met Sandy's, and a soft smile appeared on her lips.
Despite that she hadn't completely regained her composure, she leaned forward and caught Sandy's lips in hers for a soft kiss, unmindful of the fact that they were still outside, and in the hot tub, with her practically naked.
Sandy's gaze met hers and he couldn't help but smile back at her. "I love you." He whispered quietly. As she embraced him in a kiss, Sandy groaned. She might have been satisfied by what he just did but poor Sandy had received no relief. His groin was pressed to hers and he knew she could feel how swollen it was.
Kirsten drew in a breath at the feel of his dick pressing against hers, and she pulled away from the kiss with a smirk dancing on her lips. She should have known that she had her effect on him, even when he was doing all the work.
"Is it my time to go all the way?" She asked in a teasing whisper. For the sake of both of us. Without waiting for an answer, she stood up from the hot tub, water dripping off her curves. Then, Kirsten tugged at Sandy's arm to make him stand up, and then she pulled him down with her as she laid down on the edge of the pool, that strip of cement separating the water from the grass.
Sandy smiled at her question. "I sure hope so." He answered. He was breathless as she stood up. The water dripped off of her half naked body. He smiled as she lay down on the cement. He hovered above her. However, as he looked down at her, a look of uncertainty spreading across his features.
Kirsten noticed the uncertain look, which made her self-conscious about lying poolside all of a sudden. "What's wrong?" She asked, sitting up a little.
Normally, it was the other way around. Kirsten was the uncertain one, but Sandy usually convinced her to forget her doubts when it came to being like this. She couldn't, for the life of her, fathom why they seemed to have switched places.
"It's just... Well, you're on cement. I don't want it to hurt you." He said as he softly caressed her skin and looked over her.
That thought didn't even cross her mind, and Kirsten felt warm all over for Sandy being so thoughtful and affectionate. She sat completely up and looked into his eyes.
"Where do you propose we continue this?" She asked lowly. Her eyes flickered to the side and caught sight of the pool chairs a little beyond them. Kirsten wondered if Sandy would prefer there. They had cushions, at Kirsten's insistence, and she didn't pay thousands of dollars for them to just sit there and be unused.
"Your pool chair or mine?" Sandy asked with a smile. He sat up and then stood, offering a hand to his wife.
"Doesn't matter."
Feeling a sudden surge, Kirsten led him away to the nearest pool chair, not thinking of whose it was. It really didn't matter at all. Before she could descend on it and lay down, she brought his head down to hers and kissed him again, letting him know how desperate she was to have him.
Sandy chuckled at her response before he was suddenly pulled across the lawn. He felt his wife's urgency even before her lips were on his. He pushed her down onto the pool chair. He deepened the kiss, their tongues dueling. He then ran his tongue over her bottom lip before sucking on it. His mouth then returned to kissing her deeply.
She brought Sandy down with her as she fell back onto the lounge chair, pressing her upper half against his as they kissed feverishly. Both Kirsten's hands moved up and down, leaving scratch marks on his back because of her long fingernails.
If anything, he didn't seem to mind. Her palms made their way to his rear, and she slipped a tiny hand inside his suit, cupping his flesh which was still damp from the pool.
Sandy groaned as Kirsten's fingernails left marks on his backs. As painful as it would seem, Sandy had always really enjoyed it. He smiled into the kiss as he felt Kirsten's hands in his pants... again. He got closer to her, rubbing his bare chest against hers as well as his groin against hers.
"You..." She panted, breaking away from the kiss, breathing heavily again like she did only moments ago. Distracted, Kirsten kissed him again, touching his tongue with hers briefly before she pulled away again.
Before Sandy knew it, she had pulled down his shorts. Or, attempted to anyway, it was difficult given the position she was in. As she struggled, she groaned in frustration. "You need to follow dress code too." Kirsten muttered, unable to hide how impatient she was already.
Sandy chuckled at his wife. "Yeah? Well you're only half assing it." He said as he tugged on her bottoms. He pulled them attempting to free her from them, which was a little hard considering the fact that she was lying on them.
"Sandy." She paused, looking at him in mock seriousness. "Don't say ass."
After a few moments of their hands tangled in vain efforts to remove the other's bottom, Kirsten groaned in frustration and dropped her hands. He couldn't remove her bikini because she was lying down on it, and her hands couldn't reach far enough to push it down. She had to laugh, shaking her head as she did so. Their impatience was clearly evident in the moonlight.
Sandy chuckled at her reprimanding and then again at her frustration. His left arm gently looped itself around her waist and he lifted her, only enough for him to work the bikini from her hips. He then slid it completely down her legs and dropped it on the grass.
Since he was down by her legs, Sandy figured that he would make the most of the trip back up. He kissed her calves and the inside of her knee. Before slowly kissing his way up her inner thigh. He stopped by her center. He could feel her tense. To add to her inability to think, he pursed his lips and lightly blew on her sensitive clit.
Her eyes widened at the sudden realization that she was naked in the backyard. It was different being in the hot tub because she was concealed by the bubbling water, but she was out in the open.
Sandy soon distracted her enough with light kisses all over her legs that drove her crazy by the minute. She tensed, breathless, watching him as he made his way up. Lingering for a moment only served to tease her, and she was about to chastise him for that when she felt his warm breath right there.
Kirsten was frustrated enough as it is. She leaned forward and took hold of his head, giving him no other choice as she pushed him forward, urging him to continue. A woman in her position could only take so much.
As opposed to earlier, Sandy wasted no time anymore with teasing. It was pointless to him as well as her. He was eager to taste her and hear her moans. As she pulled him closer, he complied willingly. Despite the familiarity of his lips on her, it never failed to disappoint her, and this time certainly wasn't an exception. Kirsten's hands moved from the mop of black hair to the armrests of the pool chair, gripping them until her knuckles turned white. His lips moved over every part of her, his tongue would come out to play randomly.
She moaned softly at first, before they got louder in volume. His tongue was causing incredible shivers to run down her spine she never thought possible. Her entire body was taut, and just when she was so sure she was going over the edge, he stopped. He got her ready for him before drawing back and looking at her with a grin on his face. Kirsten groaned in protest, opening her dazed eyes to find him leaning over her with a grin.
Kirsten sat up shakily, still reeling over the feeling of his tongue. That was it, she couldn't take it anymore. Blindingly, she pulled down his trunks, using her feet to push them further down his legs. Then she took hold of him, her nimble fingers stroking him like what she did much earlier. Her other hand took hold of his neck, pulling his head down to her so she could kiss him again.
Sandy helped her rid him of his bathing suit. Soon it was pooled beside hers on the grass. He moaned at the feeling of her fingers on him. He kissed her deeply. He rubbed his naked groin against her own.
Kirsten whimpered at the contact, allowing it to continue on for a few more moments until her impatience got into the way. With one last stroke, she used her hand to steer him to her, hovering where it was needed.
"Sandy, please..." She whispered, too softly that she wouldn't be too surprised if he didn't hear her. Then, Kirsten closed her eyes in anticipation, not letting him go until he obliged her wishes. "I need you now."
Upon hearing her voice laced with desire and desperation, Sandy relinquished his power over her and his own self-control. He filled her with himself. He paused, letting her adjust before he continued.
They had done this so many times before; it might as well be an art. Kirsten spread her legs further, allowing him to delve in deeper within her body, breathing heavily with every second that passed by. It was sweet torture on her part, and it was evident in how damp her forehead was already, and both of them knew it was not because of the water.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping them once again as much as she could, despite that her hands kept on slipping. She opened her eyes, waiting until she was sure he saw her looking at him, and then she nodded, urging him to continue.
As soon as he received the signal, Sandy created a pace for them. It wasn't necessarily slow but it wasn't incredibly fast. It was desperate but not rushed. It was perfect, or so Sandy thought. His mouth found hers with ease as he kept up their perfect rhythm. His tongue begged for entrance, licking at her bottom lip.
Her hips bucked in perfect coordination to Sandy's thrusts within her. She never thought this would still feel so good after doing it countless times, but she wasn't complaining at all. Him buried within her gave her a sense of completeness she never thought possible.
She wasn't going to last much longer, she knew. She was already reeling with the earlier teasing, but his slow pace was enough to postpone the inevitable moment, for now. Kirsten parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss, although she was rather distracted from it given what was going on down there. As a result, their lips met in a flurry of sloppy kisses that neither was complaining about too.
Sandy groaned into his wife's mouth as her hips moved in sync with his. "You feel incredible." He whispered into her ear. His hand moved down her body, traveling past her chest to her waist to her hip. His hand cupped her leg and pulled it up toward him, wrapping it around him.
The sounds of her moaning floated in the night air, escalating in volume once more at Sandy's words. If it was possible, those three words only seemed to turn her on even more. Her own pace increased, bringing him along with her.
"So do you." Kirsten panted distractedly, her attention focused on one thing, and one thing only. Her words were an understatement. Sandy felt more than incredible inside her. She wrapped her long legs around him as their lovemaking continued. "Harder, baby. Please." She muttered involuntarily, nibbling on his earlobe in her desperation.
Sandy wasn't even thinking anymore. Especially not after his wife's last instructions, which he followed immediately. Their rhythm increased just as she had asked. Sandy whispered his wife's name, praising her. His head fell down as he continued the pace, hair falling into his face.
They had reached the part of the experience where everything to Sandy was maximized by ten. Her chest rubbing against his was driving him insane with desire. Her moans were making his head spin. Wherever her hands would touch he would tingle.
"Mm... so close." All thoughts of having sex with Sandy outside seemed to have completely escaped Kirsten's mind as she continued to thrash about beneath him.
Both their entwined movies were slick and sticky with sweat, but Kirsten didn't mind anymore. Keeping her lips locked to his, she ran her hands over where she could, from his chest, to downwards, over his rear and back, and down his arms. She challenged his thrusts, urging him to increase his pace even more and proving to him that she was still the firecracker he met at college.
The phrase if the mailtruck's a rockin', don't come a knockin' came to Sandy's mind as his wife continued to be insatiable. He increased in speed again. Of course, right now the phrase would be if the poolchair's a creakin', don't come a lookin'. Sandy felt himself get closer and closer to the edge.
He looked at his wife's face, his hair still in his eyes. She was always so beautiful before, during, and after this. Her hair was also in her face slightly. It looked as if it could honestly be bothering her. Sandy quickly moved his hand and tucked the hair behind her ear. His breath was leaving him as he continued.
Kirsten opened her eyes a little, looking dazed and surprised when she felt him push away her hair. In all honesty, that had not been bothering her as she was too preoccupied in what they were doing.
But now, seeing that his own hair was bothering him too, she gently pushed them away without losing focus. She quickly returned her grip to his shoulders, unmindful of the imprints of her fingernails on his skin anymore. Kirsten trembled beneath him, feeling herself get closer and closer to release.
"Sandy," She whispered breathlessly against his lips. She was starting to feel the onset of what was about to come, and if anything, that word said it all.
Kirsten's breathing sped up even more. Basically, she was just letting out air instead of inhaling and exhaling, until she finally reached her high with a scream that pierced through the night air.
"Sandy!" And with that, she came, convulsing violently beneath his body, her eyes shut tightly and her face contorted into an expression of extreme pleasure and satisfaction that only he can grant her. Her grip on his shoulders intensified, her knuckles almost turning white again as she felt pleasurable spasms within her. It was mind-blowing, earth-shattering, wave-breaking. It was incredible.
Sandy knew it was coming. Her body language told him what was happening within her. When it did happen for her, Sandy then could let go as well. He felt the familiar feelings of her body reacting to him. As she tightened around him, he pumped into her at a fast rate until he could join her. As he released, he thrusted as deeply into her as he could.
Her name came out of Sandy's mouth in a gruff grunt, his mouth right by her ear. A sense of overwhelming pride and happiness flew into him as he heard her scream his name. This simple statement caused even more pleasure to rip through his body.
Sandy paid attention to her body as she came down from her high. He had remained sheathed within her, feeling a sense of completion when they were completely connected. God, how he loved this woman.
He following her in reaching their peak only seemed to prolong the pleasurable sensations that she was experiencing. Kirsten's hands gripped his muscles tightly, keeping a hold of him in her as if she thought he was going to leave her. She was probably going to leave bruises all over his body.
With one final spasm, she lay limp on the pool chair, relinquishing her tight grip from his shoulders. Her legs uncurled themselves from around his middle, but she kept her position so that he would still remain inside of her, their bodies joined together.
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More smut ahead, I'm afraid. And this isn't even half of it yet. What does that say about this fic?
After a few moments of being held like that, her nude front against his chest, and her legs tangled around his, Kirsten opened her eyes and pulled back slightly. Her glazed eyes met Sandy's, and a soft smile appeared on her lips.
Despite that she hadn't completely regained her composure, she leaned forward and caught Sandy's lips in hers for a soft kiss, unmindful of the fact that they were still outside, and in the hot tub, with her practically naked.
Sandy's gaze met hers and he couldn't help but smile back at her. "I love you." He whispered quietly. As she embraced him in a kiss, Sandy groaned. She might have been satisfied by what he just did but poor Sandy had received no relief. His groin was pressed to hers and he knew she could feel how swollen it was.
Kirsten drew in a breath at the feel of his dick pressing against hers, and she pulled away from the kiss with a smirk dancing on her lips. She should have known that she had her effect on him, even when he was doing all the work.
"Is it my time to go all the way?" She asked in a teasing whisper. For the sake of both of us. Without waiting for an answer, she stood up from the hot tub, water dripping off her curves. Then, Kirsten tugged at Sandy's arm to make him stand up, and then she pulled him down with her as she laid down on the edge of the pool, that strip of cement separating the water from the grass.
Sandy smiled at her question. "I sure hope so." He answered. He was breathless as she stood up. The water dripped off of her half naked body. He smiled as she lay down on the cement. He hovered above her. However, as he looked down at her, a look of uncertainty spreading across his features.
Kirsten noticed the uncertain look, which made her self-conscious about lying poolside all of a sudden. "What's wrong?" She asked, sitting up a little.
Normally, it was the other way around. Kirsten was the uncertain one, but Sandy usually convinced her to forget her doubts when it came to being like this. She couldn't, for the life of her, fathom why they seemed to have switched places.
"It's just... Well, you're on cement. I don't want it to hurt you." He said as he softly caressed her skin and looked over her.
That thought didn't even cross her mind, and Kirsten felt warm all over for Sandy being so thoughtful and affectionate. She sat completely up and looked into his eyes.
"Where do you propose we continue this?" She asked lowly. Her eyes flickered to the side and caught sight of the pool chairs a little beyond them. Kirsten wondered if Sandy would prefer there. They had cushions, at Kirsten's insistence, and she didn't pay thousands of dollars for them to just sit there and be unused.
"Your pool chair or mine?" Sandy asked with a smile. He sat up and then stood, offering a hand to his wife.
"Doesn't matter."
Feeling a sudden surge, Kirsten led him away to the nearest pool chair, not thinking of whose it was. It really didn't matter at all. Before she could descend on it and lay down, she brought his head down to hers and kissed him again, letting him know how desperate she was to have him.
Sandy chuckled at her response before he was suddenly pulled across the lawn. He felt his wife's urgency even before her lips were on his. He pushed her down onto the pool chair. He deepened the kiss, their tongues dueling. He then ran his tongue over her bottom lip before sucking on it. His mouth then returned to kissing her deeply.
She brought Sandy down with her as she fell back onto the lounge chair, pressing her upper half against his as they kissed feverishly. Both Kirsten's hands moved up and down, leaving scratch marks on his back because of her long fingernails.
If anything, he didn't seem to mind. Her palms made their way to his rear, and she slipped a tiny hand inside his suit, cupping his flesh which was still damp from the pool.
Sandy groaned as Kirsten's fingernails left marks on his backs. As painful as it would seem, Sandy had always really enjoyed it. He smiled into the kiss as he felt Kirsten's hands in his pants... again. He got closer to her, rubbing his bare chest against hers as well as his groin against hers.
"You..." She panted, breaking away from the kiss, breathing heavily again like she did only moments ago. Distracted, Kirsten kissed him again, touching his tongue with hers briefly before she pulled away again.
Before Sandy knew it, she had pulled down his shorts. Or, attempted to anyway, it was difficult given the position she was in. As she struggled, she groaned in frustration. "You need to follow dress code too." Kirsten muttered, unable to hide how impatient she was already.
Sandy chuckled at his wife. "Yeah? Well you're only half assing it." He said as he tugged on her bottoms. He pulled them attempting to free her from them, which was a little hard considering the fact that she was lying on them.
"Sandy." She paused, looking at him in mock seriousness. "Don't say ass."
After a few moments of their hands tangled in vain efforts to remove the other's bottom, Kirsten groaned in frustration and dropped her hands. He couldn't remove her bikini because she was lying down on it, and her hands couldn't reach far enough to push it down. She had to laugh, shaking her head as she did so. Their impatience was clearly evident in the moonlight.
Sandy chuckled at her reprimanding and then again at her frustration. His left arm gently looped itself around her waist and he lifted her, only enough for him to work the bikini from her hips. He then slid it completely down her legs and dropped it on the grass.
Since he was down by her legs, Sandy figured that he would make the most of the trip back up. He kissed her calves and the inside of her knee. Before slowly kissing his way up her inner thigh. He stopped by her center. He could feel her tense. To add to her inability to think, he pursed his lips and lightly blew on her sensitive clit.
Her eyes widened at the sudden realization that she was naked in the backyard. It was different being in the hot tub because she was concealed by the bubbling water, but she was out in the open.
Sandy soon distracted her enough with light kisses all over her legs that drove her crazy by the minute. She tensed, breathless, watching him as he made his way up. Lingering for a moment only served to tease her, and she was about to chastise him for that when she felt his warm breath right there.
Kirsten was frustrated enough as it is. She leaned forward and took hold of his head, giving him no other choice as she pushed him forward, urging him to continue. A woman in her position could only take so much.
As opposed to earlier, Sandy wasted no time anymore with teasing. It was pointless to him as well as her. He was eager to taste her and hear her moans. As she pulled him closer, he complied willingly. Despite the familiarity of his lips on her, it never failed to disappoint her, and this time certainly wasn't an exception. Kirsten's hands moved from the mop of black hair to the armrests of the pool chair, gripping them until her knuckles turned white. His lips moved over every part of her, his tongue would come out to play randomly.
She moaned softly at first, before they got louder in volume. His tongue was causing incredible shivers to run down her spine she never thought possible. Her entire body was taut, and just when she was so sure she was going over the edge, he stopped. He got her ready for him before drawing back and looking at her with a grin on his face. Kirsten groaned in protest, opening her dazed eyes to find him leaning over her with a grin.
Kirsten sat up shakily, still reeling over the feeling of his tongue. That was it, she couldn't take it anymore. Blindingly, she pulled down his trunks, using her feet to push them further down his legs. Then she took hold of him, her nimble fingers stroking him like what she did much earlier. Her other hand took hold of his neck, pulling his head down to her so she could kiss him again.
Sandy helped her rid him of his bathing suit. Soon it was pooled beside hers on the grass. He moaned at the feeling of her fingers on him. He kissed her deeply. He rubbed his naked groin against her own.
Kirsten whimpered at the contact, allowing it to continue on for a few more moments until her impatience got into the way. With one last stroke, she used her hand to steer him to her, hovering where it was needed.
"Sandy, please..." She whispered, too softly that she wouldn't be too surprised if he didn't hear her. Then, Kirsten closed her eyes in anticipation, not letting him go until he obliged her wishes. "I need you now."
Upon hearing her voice laced with desire and desperation, Sandy relinquished his power over her and his own self-control. He filled her with himself. He paused, letting her adjust before he continued.
They had done this so many times before; it might as well be an art. Kirsten spread her legs further, allowing him to delve in deeper within her body, breathing heavily with every second that passed by. It was sweet torture on her part, and it was evident in how damp her forehead was already, and both of them knew it was not because of the water.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping them once again as much as she could, despite that her hands kept on slipping. She opened her eyes, waiting until she was sure he saw her looking at him, and then she nodded, urging him to continue.
As soon as he received the signal, Sandy created a pace for them. It wasn't necessarily slow but it wasn't incredibly fast. It was desperate but not rushed. It was perfect, or so Sandy thought. His mouth found hers with ease as he kept up their perfect rhythm. His tongue begged for entrance, licking at her bottom lip.
Her hips bucked in perfect coordination to Sandy's thrusts within her. She never thought this would still feel so good after doing it countless times, but she wasn't complaining at all. Him buried within her gave her a sense of completeness she never thought possible.
She wasn't going to last much longer, she knew. She was already reeling with the earlier teasing, but his slow pace was enough to postpone the inevitable moment, for now. Kirsten parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss, although she was rather distracted from it given what was going on down there. As a result, their lips met in a flurry of sloppy kisses that neither was complaining about too.
Sandy groaned into his wife's mouth as her hips moved in sync with his. "You feel incredible." He whispered into her ear. His hand moved down her body, traveling past her chest to her waist to her hip. His hand cupped her leg and pulled it up toward him, wrapping it around him.
The sounds of her moaning floated in the night air, escalating in volume once more at Sandy's words. If it was possible, those three words only seemed to turn her on even more. Her own pace increased, bringing him along with her.
"So do you." Kirsten panted distractedly, her attention focused on one thing, and one thing only. Her words were an understatement. Sandy felt more than incredible inside her. She wrapped her long legs around him as their lovemaking continued. "Harder, baby. Please." She muttered involuntarily, nibbling on his earlobe in her desperation.
Sandy wasn't even thinking anymore. Especially not after his wife's last instructions, which he followed immediately. Their rhythm increased just as she had asked. Sandy whispered his wife's name, praising her. His head fell down as he continued the pace, hair falling into his face.
They had reached the part of the experience where everything to Sandy was maximized by ten. Her chest rubbing against his was driving him insane with desire. Her moans were making his head spin. Wherever her hands would touch he would tingle.
"Mm... so close." All thoughts of having sex with Sandy outside seemed to have completely escaped Kirsten's mind as she continued to thrash about beneath him.
Both their entwined movies were slick and sticky with sweat, but Kirsten didn't mind anymore. Keeping her lips locked to his, she ran her hands over where she could, from his chest, to downwards, over his rear and back, and down his arms. She challenged his thrusts, urging him to increase his pace even more and proving to him that she was still the firecracker he met at college.
The phrase if the mailtruck's a rockin', don't come a knockin' came to Sandy's mind as his wife continued to be insatiable. He increased in speed again. Of course, right now the phrase would be if the poolchair's a creakin', don't come a lookin'. Sandy felt himself get closer and closer to the edge.
He looked at his wife's face, his hair still in his eyes. She was always so beautiful before, during, and after this. Her hair was also in her face slightly. It looked as if it could honestly be bothering her. Sandy quickly moved his hand and tucked the hair behind her ear. His breath was leaving him as he continued.
Kirsten opened her eyes a little, looking dazed and surprised when she felt him push away her hair. In all honesty, that had not been bothering her as she was too preoccupied in what they were doing.
But now, seeing that his own hair was bothering him too, she gently pushed them away without losing focus. She quickly returned her grip to his shoulders, unmindful of the imprints of her fingernails on his skin anymore. Kirsten trembled beneath him, feeling herself get closer and closer to release.
"Sandy," She whispered breathlessly against his lips. She was starting to feel the onset of what was about to come, and if anything, that word said it all.
Kirsten's breathing sped up even more. Basically, she was just letting out air instead of inhaling and exhaling, until she finally reached her high with a scream that pierced through the night air.
"Sandy!" And with that, she came, convulsing violently beneath his body, her eyes shut tightly and her face contorted into an expression of extreme pleasure and satisfaction that only he can grant her. Her grip on his shoulders intensified, her knuckles almost turning white again as she felt pleasurable spasms within her. It was mind-blowing, earth-shattering, wave-breaking. It was incredible.
Sandy knew it was coming. Her body language told him what was happening within her. When it did happen for her, Sandy then could let go as well. He felt the familiar feelings of her body reacting to him. As she tightened around him, he pumped into her at a fast rate until he could join her. As he released, he thrusted as deeply into her as he could.
Her name came out of Sandy's mouth in a gruff grunt, his mouth right by her ear. A sense of overwhelming pride and happiness flew into him as he heard her scream his name. This simple statement caused even more pleasure to rip through his body.
Sandy paid attention to her body as she came down from her high. He had remained sheathed within her, feeling a sense of completion when they were completely connected. God, how he loved this woman.
He following her in reaching their peak only seemed to prolong the pleasurable sensations that she was experiencing. Kirsten's hands gripped his muscles tightly, keeping a hold of him in her as if she thought he was going to leave her. She was probably going to leave bruises all over his body.
With one final spasm, she lay limp on the pool chair, relinquishing her tight grip from his shoulders. Her legs uncurled themselves from around his middle, but she kept her position so that he would still remain inside of her, their bodies joined together.
Missed Chapter 4? Read it here or here.
Missed Chapter 3? Read it here or here.
Missed Chapter 2? Read it here or here.
Missed Chapter 1? Read it here or here.