you?”
“No,” she quickly responded, as discomfort began to give way
to intense pleasure. “No, don’t stop.”
Convinced by the desire in her voice and unable to hold back
any longer, Carl plunged forwards, burying himself to the hilt. Their hips came
together hard and the rough fabric of Carl’s pants was pushed firmly against
Allie’s clitoris.
“Yes,” she squealed, thrilling in the sensation of being
completely filled, one that had been so long absent from her life.
“You’re so tight,” Carl wheezed. “Feels so damn good,” he
added, almost incoherently, as he drew his hips back. There was no long, slow
slide into her warmth this time. The need to return was too great and he
slammed deeply within her.
Allie moaned her pleasure, her right leg lifting and curving
around his hip. When he thrust once more, her back slid up the door with the
force, and she screeched in delight. “God,” she panted heavily. “That’s it,”
she urged him. “Faster.”
Carl silently obeyed, only drawing back about halfway,
before hurriedly sheathing himself once more. He knew he wasn’t going to last
long the way they were going, but from Allie’s strangled attempts to breathe
and the way her fingers had gone into spasm at his shoulder, he guessed her
orgasm wasn’t far away either.
The short sharp contact of his covered pubic bone against
her clitoris was driving her insane. She used her leg to try and coax him
closer, rubbing herself against him whenever he was held within her body.
Carl’s lower half was moving like a jackhammer, slamming her
buttocks against the door with each thrust. Allie could feel the tightening in
her stomach and sucked in a breath, as she waited for the wave to break.
Another grunted thrust and Carl was spilling his own climax
into the rubber. “Allie,” he murmured, his hips making a series of jerky
movements.
The rapid, uneven motion of his hips prompted a warmth in
Allie’s abdomen and she felt the world melting away. “Yes, yes, yes,” she
sobbed, the orgasm less intense than she’d expected, but seeming to roll on and
on for what felt like hours.
Chapter Four
Blast From The Past
T he early morning sunlight streamed through the
window and landed on her exhausted eyes. Allie blinked and groaned in protest,
wondering why the sun was hitting her at completely the wrong angle. The bedroom
window that faced east was at the foot of her bed, not to the right. It was
then that she became aware of the strange weight around her abdomen. Forcing
one eye open, she glanced down at the white sheet and found a strong arm draped
over her middle. In her sleep-muddled brain, it took a few moments to work out
she wasn’t in her own bedroom, and a few seconds longer to remember why.
But when realization did finally strike, the events of the
night before came flooding back to her: their hurried coupling against the
door, followed by a shower and a rather more leisurely session under the warm
jets. Then, unable to get enough of each other, they’d made love for a third
time on the bed. It was one of the most intense nights of Allie’s life and she
was glad that Carl’s stamina allowed him to keep up with her sex-starved body’s
need to make up for all those nights she’d spent alone.
Opening both eyes, she gazed at the high ceiling and
couldn’t prevent the inane grin on her face. ‘So, this is what I’ve been missing,’
she silently said to herself, tossing a sideways glance at Carl.
His hair was no longer neat. In fact, it was a mess from
where she’d grasped handfuls of it the night before. He was sleeping
peacefully, a low rumble that couldn’t really be called a snore coming in a
steady rhythm with each inhale.
Allie smiled again, as she looked at his handsome face. She
was glad that he’d been the one to break the drought. Not only was he a very
considerate lover, but he seemed to know exactly what she needed and when.
Allie guessed that he’d either been with a lot of