by A. J. Downey
“Make it rough, God please I want it hard!” she cried and hell yeah! I was up for a round of rough and dirty sex on my dining room table, what guy wasn’t!?
I gripped her hips with near bruising force and thrust into her wet heat like I was going to come out the other side. The entire table, which was a sturdy piece, shuddered with the force of our coupling, and she cried out, writhing beneath me so beautifully I couldn’t make it last if I wanted to. I bowed over her and crushed my mouth over hers before straightening to a standing position again. I smoothed a hand across the dip her hips took between the sharp curves of her hipbones and slicked a thumb down into her wetness and up over that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her sex.
I may not be able to last for longer than a couple of minutes with how turned on she’d made me but I damned sure wasn’t going to come without her either going up and over first or going along for the ride. Her body bucked sharply under me and she moaned, a throaty wail that had my balls tightening. I kept myself from going off by sheer force of will and gritted my teeth.
“Come on Baby, I want to hear you sing.” I said and rubbed her clit just the way I knew she liked, fast light little strokes up and down. She squeezed down so tight and delicious around my cock and just when I was sure I couldn’t stand it anymore she exploded around me and underneath me, emitting a sharp piercing cry that was a cross between triumph and ecstasy. I lost it completely, my hips loosing rhythm, my cock jumping wildly as I spilled myself into the condom inside her. I collapsed over the top of her and kissed her shoulder, the side of her neck, panting in great gasps against her warm, moist skin. She laughed and wiggled her hips just a bit and it was too much after coming so hard. I jerked back out of her with a small strained cry of my own and she laughed again.
“Can we have dinner like this every night?” I asked her and chuckled. I hauled my pants up my legs.
“Go wash up,” she ordered breathlessly, “I’m just,” she swallowed, “I’m just gonna lie here a second.” I went into the bathroom and took care of things, flushing our offering down the porcelain goddess. I washed up and took a warm wet washcloth out to her and cleaned her up carefully.
She moaned a little, her eyes closing in bliss.
“I’m never going to be able to sit at this table again without picturing what we just did.” I stated dryly and she struggled into a sitting position.
“Good.” She said. I went and got the broom and swept up while she saved the rest of our dinner from burning out of the oven.
“You’re fucking irresistible woman.” I growled into her ear, pulling her nude back against my clothed front.
“Mmm, do we have to go to the club?” she asked quietly.
“Your girl Mandy going?” I asked her.
“No she’s celebrating with her parents. She’s still going to be stuck there for a while until we can start turning a profit and…” I turned her around.
“What if she moved in here?” I asked.
“What? What about your dad?” she asked.
“You seen his room lately?” I asked her.
“Nooo…” she trailed off. I took her by the hand and led her to it and opened the door flipping on the light.
“When did he move out!?” she asked. I grinned at the four bare walls and furniture-less room.
“Apparently when you weren’t lookin’!” I said she turned around and crushed herself to my chest. God I loved the feel of her against me.
“Are you sure?” she asked apprehensively, chewing her bottom lip.
“Does the Pope shit in the woods?” I asked borrowing a favorite saying of Reaver’s. She snorted, getting the joke and I kissed her.
“This house was and is full of ghosts of my mom for my dad. He was pretty much moved into the new club house the day we took it over. He only stored shit here and came to crash so I wouldn’t be living alone, he worried about me being on my own… but I’m not alone anymore. I got you, and when he figured out you weren’t going anywhere he moved the rest of his shit out.” She gazed up at me adoringly and smiled.
“You’re stuck with me you know.” She said and I smiled.
“Better be.” I said.
“Oh you are mister…” she said, dragging me back into the bathroom I raised an eyebrow.
“What’re you doing?” I asked her.
“Making love to my man in the shower.” She answered and let go to turn on the tap. She shouldn’t have presented that heart shaped ass to me so nicely. One, because I slapped it and two, because after snatching the condom out of my wallet, I took her again, bent over the tub.
I loved her. I loved living with her and when the time was right… I had every intention of making E.M.M., E.M.T. and heaven help me, she kept it up, I was going to need a medic!
The End
About the Author
A.J. Downey has been a resident of Seattle, WA her entire life, that being said she has lived in many different places and many different worlds through her imagination. She enjoys music, coffee, writing (obviously) and a bunch of other boring things that you probably don’t really care about. She is ever so grateful that you either picked up her writing or that you continue to read her stuff!
