Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
We fuck frantically on the floor, desperate to chase the orgasm that's guiding us through this storm of sexual release. Thunder crashes outside as if to agree with my sentiments.
Rye moves her hips upward before slamming down for a final time. Her body goes rigid from her core-tightening, pussy-clenching, thigh-locking climax. Soft cries of her orgasm slip beyond her lips. I yank her down to use my mouth to silence her.
The way our tongues swirl and lips move gives my body another burst of energy. I can feel myself getting hard all over again. However, the lights shooting back on and a crackling noise from the radio put me back on my descent from that orgasmic high.
A few more shy kisses help us pull apart to check things out. Thankfully, Frankie's still asleep. When I return downstairs, Rye's sitting in front of the fireplace with a cup of vodka in her hand. She holds out a glass for me to join her.
I ease onto the floor, my back against the couch, and we sit there in the silence of the aftermath. Silence doesn't last long as she finally says, "That was great."
I take a swig of my drink. It heats my throat on the way down. "It was. I'm sorry about just going for it. I've got a clean bill of health. I can send you my latest results to put you at ease."
"And I can send you mine," she replies, tilting her head to rest on my shoulder. "I'm on birth control too. We should have started this thing way differently, but I'm happy to get this ending."
"I'm happy we came out of this storm together."
She laughs softly with a playful elbow into my side. "I don't even want to think about what comes next."
"I think you mean, who comes next? I feel like I have to get as many orgasms out of you as possible."
She sighs, "I wish every night could be like this. How far is your place from here?"
"About thirty to forty minutes. Frankie's school is about twenty minutes from here. I'm sure she'll love that, being able to pop in at our favorite ice cream shop whenever she feels like it."
"Two new routine customers are great for business. You already have my creative juices flowing. I want to put together some new flavors inspired by this weekend."
"Well, I’m here if you need other juices to flow out of you,” I reply, relaxing. I maneuver my arm around her and pull her to my side so we can snuggle together in front of the cozy fire. Sleep finds us quickly, and so does the dawn.
When I open my eyes, my back is sore from falling asleep sitting against the sofa. Sunlight is barely streaming through the windows, but it's just bright enough to see Rye's face resting in my lap. Heat blankets my face as my morning erection grows exponentially harder the longer I look at her beautiful face and supple lips a few centimeters away from my cock.
I close my eyes and look up to the ceiling with the hope of willing myself to get soft again. After trying to take a few deep breaths and thinking about baseball, I realize nothing is working.
"Go down," I growl in a low whisper.
"I prefer good morning, but I'm equally happy to start my day like this," Rye replies sleepily.
A smirk spreads across my face as I look down. Our eyes meet, and Rye slips her hand into my pajama bottoms to pull my cock out. She licks her lips and wraps them around the tip. I clamp my mouth shut as she moves her head up and down over the shaft.
She sucks me off as quietly as she can until she pulls her mouth away. Rye takes a deep breath and goes back down to finish, but I don't want to finish like this. Instead, I move her onto her back and slip my sopping-wet hardness inside of her waiting walls.
This is far quicker than last night as I push and pull myself in and out of Rye until I feel her moist release coating my shaft. Every throb of my release spilling inside of her makes me miss her before she's even gone.
"I don't want this to stop," I blurt out as I soften inside of her.
"I don't want this to stop either," she replies.
Rye begins moving her hips in a way to arouse me for another round. I shake my head, hating to disappoint her but knowing it's nearly impossible for me to be ready to go again so soon. Somehow, she gets me erect once again. I lose count of how many times we have sex before we get up from our cozy spot in front of the fireplace.
After cleaning up, we start moving around the kitchen to make breakfast. When Frankie comes down, sleep in her eyes and hair frizzy, she smiles at the sight of Rye and me in the kitchen together. I can see the happiness in her eyes.