With an urgency that could only be brought on by the rush of potentially getting caught, he lowered down onto her.
The floor was carpeted and rubbed against his knees. The sofa next to them sat empty aside from his shirt and hoodie, her top and bag, and a warm imprint of where they had been, until two minutes earlier, nestled and making out.
When you conspire to meet someone out of pure lust, one must take every opportunity, he had reasoned. He knew not where her reasoning led.
Lips locked again, the two of them crossing sweaty arms over each other’s backs. It had been a decent June’s day. He unclipped her bra, and slung it to the side. She pulled him down onto her spread breasts, nipples pressed achingly against his chest.
After a week of furtive meetings, they knew each other well enough to remain silent through the next stages, save for the heavy breathing. True, her eyes trusted him enough to close while they kissed. His, aware of the illicitness of his actions, could not be brought to remain closed for more than moments at a time. And anyway, how could he keep them closed whilst enjoying her?
He slipped down her leggings on the way to her ankles, pausing only to press two eager fingers over her panties. Warm. Met with a grateful moan. His jeans found their way to his ankles in quick response.
Laying between her open legs, their kissing filled the silent room. The June sun streamed through the open second floor window as unaware cars passed by. He grinded against her through both his shorts and her panties. He enjoyed the moist imprint they left on each other’s underwear. She enjoyed urging him to remove it.
In the sun, her excitement glistened with the taking away of all clothes. Even the leggings and jeans, previously chaining the ankles, were cast onto the sofa to join the other discards.
With fingers gripping hands his hard head found her. Hot and sticky. Wearing no protection, as was their desire, he once again slipped inside her. Her cunt was perfect. She exercised pristine control with each of his thrusts, clamping against him just enough to inspire involuntary gasps from his otherwise silent mouth.
Rocking her against the carpet, he took control. When they had first met days previously, she had walked away with victory. In the days since, in as great a variety of ways as he could muster, he took it back. Today, as his broad shoulders rose up to tower above her, he was going to take her completely for the last time. Gazing up, her wide eyes mimicked her gasping mouth and moved with the motion they created. A pretty little mouth that he would sorely miss. Her back began to arch as he thrust harder into her. Her breasts bounced hypnotically. Her controlled clamping around his hardness slipped into spontaneous and her gasps became more ragged. She swore and her eyes flickered shut. He felt a rush of heat against his cock, running down to his balls. There goes the carpet.
He persisted, beads of sweat forming on both their foreheads. Slowing down and leaning in to kiss her, she cradled his head. He kissed down her neck to bat her nipple with his tongue. Playfully, he fucked her slowly. Slowly, the length of his cock left her. And slowly it slipped back in. They both felt the summer breeze cold against their soaked skin.
Of course slowly could never last. Barely a minute later, they were furious. Her undoubtedly reddened back grinded against the carpet; they must have moved four feet closer to the window. She moaned louder than before and swore repeatedly through half shut eyes. He bore down on her, eyes fixed open to watch her and take her in. In an eruption of tightness and heat that buckled their rhythm, he came inside her. She wrapped limbs around him and gasped in beautiful semi pain. Pulsing and pulsing into her, he took in the heartbeats. The sounds. Her smell. Her flushed cheeks and tearful eyes. It would be the last time they fucked.
