Brace Yourself

After the Party

I was almost beyond the ability to form rational, coherent thoughts. Desperate, overwhelmed, the need built to the point of insanity.

The door closed and I was on her like a lion, a wolf, a wild animal, and her energy met my own. Mouths mashed together, the heat from our bodies like twin furnaces, our lust an inferno meeting and feeding upon itself.

Buttons popping and spraying across the floor. Her teeth gripping my lip. Her dress tearing and being tossed aside. The elastic of her brassiere biting into her soft flesh and then giving way, her breasts falling into my waiting hands, the nipple of one immediately covered by my mouth.

Her breath catching as I bit the hard nub lightly yet firmly. Her hands pressing my face against her perfect skin. Her hands then at my belt, my fly, and my pants sliding down, her fingers slipping under my briefs, my cock leaping as her hands found it, gripped it. Felt its length. My own hands cupping her ass, sliding the thong aside, dipping into her wetness. So wet. So hot.

On the floor. Pants around my ankles, kicking them off. Not bothering with her panties, moving them aside. No more foreplay. My prick stretching her, gliding into her effortlessly, the feel of her gripping my cock overwhelming. My world shrunk to those parts of us that touched. Lips. Chests. Hands. Thighs. My cock. Her cunt. Everything.

I heard a noise like growling. Coming from me. She was grunting, a guttural, feral sound. I drove into her again and again. Wanting to be inside of her as far as I could. Wanting to be completely inside her. The pleasure was like nothing else. Perfection.

“Fuck me harder.” A command. I complied. Knees aching from the hardwood, one hand gripping a table near the door. Pounding into her. Again. Again. Again. Life becoming a blur. Losing myself completely in her.

I heard her scream, her back arching, feeling the wave tear though her. Almost violently. I felt it in my balls as well, a freight train, and then I was turning inside out, the pleasure almost too much, and my scream met hers, long and drawn out as I thrust into her, emptying myself into the deepest parts of her.

I fell onto her, our sweat mingling. I heard her heart pounding, her breathing still coming in gasps as she came down from her own pleasure. I kissed the swell of her breast. Her fingers absently played with my hair.

The animals were, for the moment, sated.