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forgot you
were a lawn boy.”
    “Three summers. And there wasn’t a single day at her house
that I didn’t hope I’d see her doing something sexy. If I’d have gotten to
watch her fuck on a washing machine I’d have thought I’d died and gone to
heaven.”
    Arching her neck, she rubbed her head against his chest,
then reached behind her and grabbed Eric’s ass, hard. “And you wouldn’t care.
If he watched?”
    “Watched you come while I make love to you? Hell, no. He
knows you’re mine.”
    “I am yours. I’m all yours.”
    Fingers were no longer good enough. Eric needed to be inside
her. He tugged down his shorts. His thick cock sprang free, eagerly seeking any
contact with her warm body. Jessica’s ass vibrated from the shaking of the
washer as he pressed his length against her. Grasping her hips with both hands,
he ground against her then bent his knees, positioning himself at her opening.
    “Now, Eric. Please.”
    Hearing her pant the request was more than he could stand
and with one fluid motion he entered her. Slippery wetness surrounded him.
“Jesus, Jess. You’re so hot.”
    Laughter shook her. “It’s the washer. It’s a warm wash.”
    The metal against his legs still felt cool but the lid of
the machine had grown toasty. He didn’t know if it was from the temperature of
the water inside or the transfer of heat from her body and he didn’t care.
Moving in and out of her, his only thought was of making her come.
    “Feels. So. Good.” Her voice, halted and shaky, let him know
how close she was.
    He moved slower, easing in and out of her, grinding her
against the washer on every inward thrust. “Breathe.”
    He felt her draw a deep breath. As she exhaled he swiveled
against her more precisely. Pride welled inside him as he felt her orgasm take
hold. Her inner muscles clenched around his erection. He slid his hand between
them to grasp the base of his cock and keep himself from coming. Not yet. He
wasn’t done yet.
    Jessica lay panting, bent over the washer. Eric slowly
withdrew. Slipping his arm around her, he turned her then lifted her onto the
machine.
    His mouth found hers. Sweet from the cupcakes, salty from
sweat. Easily the best thing he’d tasted all day. Jessica lazily sucked on his
lower lip, making him all the more aware that he’d yet to come. His cock
twitched against her thigh. “You up for another round?”
    She nodded and he tugged her to the edge of the machine. Her
legs wrapped around him as he tilted her hips and slid inside her again.
    Groaning, her head rolled back, baring her lovely neck. He
nipped his way from her collarbone to her ear, breathing in her sweet, dense
aroma. The sound of a weed whacker roaring into action startled both of them.
Jessica tensed, gaze darting toward the nearby window.
    Eric’s heart pounded so hard he wondered if it was visible.
    “What if he goes by the window?” she whispered, as if
someone other than him could hear.
    “Then he’ll have a clearer view of heaven.” He kissed her,
hard, willing her with his lips, his mind, his slow and steady movement in and
out of her. All he wanted was to keep going. Her hesitation was evident. Stay
with me. Please. His tongue worked hers in deep circles.
    Warm fingers slid across his back to the base of his neck as
she tightened her legs around him.
    That’s it. He moved his hips with more determination,
his hands drawing her flush against him with each thrust. As if it were on his
side, the washing machine hit the spin cycle, sending the machine and them into
a frenzied vibration.
    Senses overloaded, Eric tried to concentrate. Jessica. His lips slid down to her chest and he took one taut nipple in his mouth,
sucking rhythmically then flicking his tongue until he felt her start to
contract around his cock.
    The whir of machinery filled the air but all Eric could hear
was Jessica panting, his heart pounding. He couldn’t recall a time his cock had
felt harder. Every inch tight. Full. The rattling