though to find a brief escape from the rising heat, legs clamped to his sides. She parts her wet panties for the tip of his hot cock which she swirls around her clit and her lips before taking him inside her, exhaling as though to make room. Oh yess.
He reaches forward with both arms-one hand caressing the side of her breast under her bra while massaging and pressing her clit with his thumb. He is good at it. Suspiciously good for a celibate man , Allie thinks, but the electricity of his movements overwhelm this line of thought.
She grabs hold of her ankle, leans back and closes her eyes as she grinds and bounces on him, gasping from the pain and the pleasure, savoring the suction sound her pussy makes from riding his cock up and down. She cups his balls which had tightened up close to his groin. Allie keeps him inside her while she leans over to bite his lower lip, her hair falling around his face. He reaches around and fumbles with her bra, then tries to pull it off. She unclasps it herself, letting it fall down as she rights herself back on his lap. He squeezes her breasts with increasing pressure as she increases her pace. They moan in unison.
“You like that?”
“I like to go fast with the carrot pies, yes I do,” he says.
Allie pauses. What? And then she laughs out loud. All of this pleasure had made her temporarily forget that he had taken the pill. Oh well, too late to stop now...
His hands go to her legs to spread them out and then to her waist where he presses in. He hoists her above his pelvis and thrusts into her, working the the top of his cock into her like a jackhammer. He pauses. Allie squirms as her nerve endings register the ecstasy flooding though them. “Fuck me!” she commands. She tries to bounce down on him but he holds her firm. She squeals and reaches down to rake his chest. This- this holding her up while he surreptitiously pounds away at her for minutes on end is a feat of athleticism and stamina she wasn't aware he was capable of. Allie braces herself on his wrists.
“Ooooooooooooooooh!!'
He falls out out of her. She puts him back in and they resume. Allie wails louder and off key. Every fourth or fifth thrust, he slams her down on him, forcing a staccato burst from Allie and making her eyes pop wide open in pain and ecstasy. Just as she is ready to announce that she wants to go at a slower pace, he pulls her in and sits up. She wraps her legs around him and flings her bra off. Moist skin slips against moist skin in controlled chaos, pulses pound even more chaotically. She feels an arm around her and her hair pulled, his hot breath on her neck as they grind their bodies together in a syncopation that is at once perfect and disjointed. Allie is losing the feeling in her hands and feet, her head is getting light and woozy and stars are winking around her vision but she doesn't care. All that matters is this...this melding.
“I want you to come,” she says, sensing he is close.
“Hi, ” he says. “What are we doing today?” He grins.
She runs her hands through his hair. Her concern for his well-being grows. She kisses him and feels him withdraw somewhat. He pauses, before giving a rapid series of shallow thrusts, then a deep one. He shivers and clenches and groans as he erupts inside her. She closes her eyes, exhales and whimpers a little. They fall back to the pillows and lie together, hearts racing, the energy they found still cycling though their bodies. He kisses her long and slow and then moves her head to his chest. “I love you Allie,” he says.
Allie exhales. She could count the number of times he'd said that to her on one hand. As she listens to his heartbeat, a sense of calm comes over her. Things are going to be okay, she thinks. He is- or was- just dealing with a little temporary fogginess from the pill is all. She brushes her matted hair off her face and kisses him on the