his pelvis into position he poised his cock at her sex lips. He could feel the heat, the slippery moisture beckoning him.
“Now, Ian,” she urged him.
Ian let his cock slide between her pussy lips, then hesitated, remembering that he’d forgotten the condom. He hated, hated to use one. Maybe, just this once… Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he reached for the stack of condoms he’d piled on the nightstand. Distracting Nikky with kisses, Ian rolled on the condom then flattened his pelvis to hers, dragging his cock through her cream. He pushed his cock head into her opening then savored the immediate, lightning-fast plunge to the depths of her thrumming, pulsing pussy. She clenched her muscles, holding him fast. She was so hot inside.
Even with the condom, he would have to fight to hold out.
Ian groaned, raising his hips until he was nearly fully withdrawn, denying himself the sweet penetration. Agonizing seconds passed. Nikky whimpered, trying to reach him. Unable to postpone their mutual lust another second, he thrust a second time, harder and much faster. His cock went deeper.
He followed with a third thrust, knowing he had only a few more left in him. The sensations were just too overpowering, the need to claim sweet, soft Nikky removing every other reality from his mind.
She met him halfway, lifting her buttocks off the bed, locking her ankles behind his back to guarantee the molten fusion of sinew and bone and flesh, every screaming cell of their beings melding into a single existence with no other purpose than to come, to climax and blast apart into a million pieces.
“Oh my fucking god,” she cried, interlacing her fingers with his.
Ian smiled inwardly. To think his sweet and proper lab partner had such a mouth on her.
He opted to silence her with another kiss—bruising, tongues fencing, seeking the full interplay of lovers about to experience the consummation of years and years of waiting.
Ian wanted to memorize every bit of it—the way she was moaned, the way the heat poured off her skin, so smooth and perfect, born to be caressed.
“Come on, Ian,” she hissed, all manner of restraint shattered. “I want to feel you come.”
Ian reared back, bracing himself. The sinews on his neck were ready to pop. One final breath, one glorious “thank you” to the gods of sex and then he slammed his cock home, the ecstasy surging though his veins.
He cried out like some kind of primeval beast claiming its captured mate. His cock had never felt so swollen, so absolutely potent. Gritting his teeth, grinding his pelvis against hers, he climaxed. His semen filled the condom, his cock shuddering inside Nikky’s quavering pussy.
“Yes,” she cried. “I can feel you.”
Ian groaned against her neck as his pulsing cock settled. He knew she was not yet ready to climax. He would correct the situation in short order.
At the moment, however, he was completely possessed, greedily seizing everything that was Dominique, his mouth on her neck, tasting, breathing in her scent, his cock throbbing, reveling in the way she moved—taken…marked.
His.
Damn, where had that come from?
The depth of Ian’s feelings shook him.
This was supposed to be “no strings attached”. He wasn’t in the market for anything more. He was way too involved in his business. It would not be fair to Nikky .
This was only supposed to open the door for her to a better sex life and hopefully a fuller, romantic one…with someone else.
Could it be that he had left out a variable or two in his thinking?
Nikky gasped, arching her back as he took her breasts in his mouth, suckling them one by one, letting her know how it ought to be done, what her sweet globes deserved, so full and maddeningly perfect.
And those nipples, beautiful pink buds, shy and wanton all at once, completely and totally irresistible.
How could a man ever get used to making love to a woman like Nikky ? How could he ever take it or her for granted?
There
“Now, Ian,” she urged him.
Ian let his cock slide between her pussy lips, then hesitated, remembering that he’d forgotten the condom. He hated, hated to use one. Maybe, just this once… Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he reached for the stack of condoms he’d piled on the nightstand. Distracting Nikky with kisses, Ian rolled on the condom then flattened his pelvis to hers, dragging his cock through her cream. He pushed his cock head into her opening then savored the immediate, lightning-fast plunge to the depths of her thrumming, pulsing pussy. She clenched her muscles, holding him fast. She was so hot inside.
Even with the condom, he would have to fight to hold out.
Ian groaned, raising his hips until he was nearly fully withdrawn, denying himself the sweet penetration. Agonizing seconds passed. Nikky whimpered, trying to reach him. Unable to postpone their mutual lust another second, he thrust a second time, harder and much faster. His cock went deeper.
He followed with a third thrust, knowing he had only a few more left in him. The sensations were just too overpowering, the need to claim sweet, soft Nikky removing every other reality from his mind.
She met him halfway, lifting her buttocks off the bed, locking her ankles behind his back to guarantee the molten fusion of sinew and bone and flesh, every screaming cell of their beings melding into a single existence with no other purpose than to come, to climax and blast apart into a million pieces.
“Oh my fucking god,” she cried, interlacing her fingers with his.
Ian smiled inwardly. To think his sweet and proper lab partner had such a mouth on her.
He opted to silence her with another kiss—bruising, tongues fencing, seeking the full interplay of lovers about to experience the consummation of years and years of waiting.
Ian wanted to memorize every bit of it—the way she was moaned, the way the heat poured off her skin, so smooth and perfect, born to be caressed.
“Come on, Ian,” she hissed, all manner of restraint shattered. “I want to feel you come.”
Ian reared back, bracing himself. The sinews on his neck were ready to pop. One final breath, one glorious “thank you” to the gods of sex and then he slammed his cock home, the ecstasy surging though his veins.
He cried out like some kind of primeval beast claiming its captured mate. His cock had never felt so swollen, so absolutely potent. Gritting his teeth, grinding his pelvis against hers, he climaxed. His semen filled the condom, his cock shuddering inside Nikky’s quavering pussy.
“Yes,” she cried. “I can feel you.”
Ian groaned against her neck as his pulsing cock settled. He knew she was not yet ready to climax. He would correct the situation in short order.
At the moment, however, he was completely possessed, greedily seizing everything that was Dominique, his mouth on her neck, tasting, breathing in her scent, his cock throbbing, reveling in the way she moved—taken…marked.
His.
Damn, where had that come from?
The depth of Ian’s feelings shook him.
This was supposed to be “no strings attached”. He wasn’t in the market for anything more. He was way too involved in his business. It would not be fair to Nikky .
This was only supposed to open the door for her to a better sex life and hopefully a fuller, romantic one…with someone else.
Could it be that he had left out a variable or two in his thinking?
Nikky gasped, arching her back as he took her breasts in his mouth, suckling them one by one, letting her know how it ought to be done, what her sweet globes deserved, so full and maddeningly perfect.
And those nipples, beautiful pink buds, shy and wanton all at once, completely and totally irresistible.
How could a man ever get used to making love to a woman like Nikky ? How could he ever take it or her for granted?
There
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