111 - Gimme Some Lovin'

“Roll over on your side,” Jon whispered in her ear, insistent hands pushing at the pretty pink panties as her right hip lifted in the air.  The pink tank went over her head in the next breath.

“Why?” Not that she couldn’t read between the lines with his erection pressing into her buttock.  She just wanted to hear him say it. 

The hair on his left leg tickled her when it snugged in behind hers, as did his chest pressing into her shoulder blades when he enfolded her in his arms.  One muscled forearm was banded across her upper chest, the other at her waist, binding their bodies together.

“Want you,” he obliged her on a hot breath, his open mouth dragging across her neck.  “So bad.  Need you, Baby.”

Petey’s skin tingled with the desperation coloring his voice, and her heart raced as he lifted her right leg to rest on top of his.  “Then take me,” she invited, beyond aroused by his longing.

“Mngh!”  His deep grunt mingled with her gasp when he rammed inside her with one forceful penetration. 

“Ohhh…fuckkk…” she purred when his right arm slid down from her waist to hips, anchoring her in place to receive his powerful drives.  God!  They’d only had sex that morning, yet he was as starved for it as though it had been months. 

“That’s it.”  His encouragement was breathy in between thrusts.  “Lemme… hear you.  I like… making my girl moan… whimper….”  He plunged extra deep and held himself there, grinding his hips and biting the curve of her shoulder.  “…and scream.”

He resumed his pace, the air filled with the noise of their sweat-slicked flesh slapping together, accented by the slurping wet friction taking place between her thighs.  The music of their sex was an erotically dirty soundtrack, setting her skin on fire.

“Uh. Mmh.  MMmnh.”  The angle he was stroking with allowed him to hit spots that he didn’t normally hit.  Or at least it had never felt like this.  “Good,” she panted, head thrashing.  “So good.”

The arm around her upper chest cinched tighter and he hissed, “You’re good.  Tight… wet… hot.  Milking me… just right.” 

Oh God.  It had been all of thirty seconds and she was going to come with the force of a freight train. 

Hold on.  Make it last.

The high pitched whine seeping from between her lips was unrecognizable and it escalated into a full-fledged squeal.  His hand had crept from her hip to the cleft of her sex, where he had his fingers sliding between the engorged tissue to rub her clit in hard, fast circles.

“Come for me,” he demanded, hips picking up the tempo.  “Fucking come for me.”  Their flesh stuck together and the slapping hit a crescendo as he vigorously pumped into her.  “Come loud.”

“OhOhOh God.  Yes.”  His finger found just the right spot and wetness coated the insides of her thighs.  “Yes, yes, yes …”  She took shallow breaths knowing that she was close.  “Damn.  So close. So close. Harderrr...”

If it hadn’t been for the bruising grip he had on her, she would have been bucked off the bed with Jon’s next thrust.  “Come, goddammit,” he gritted, their bodies jarring with the force of their coupling.

“Al… most...”  The next swirl of his finger against the swollen nub of her clit did it. 

The orgasm ripped through her like a violent force of nature, tearing an agonized scream from deep within her diaphragm.  She convulsed repeatedly against his body as he let loose with his own animalistic yowl and filled her with the scorching hot semen that had been boiling inside him.  “Fuuuuck!” he roared into the night.

The rapid-fire motion of his hips decelerated until he had stilled against her, his heavy panting rattling in her ear as it ruffled the stray tendrils of hair.  Sinewy arms locked her tight against him so that she couldn’t escape or separate herself.  It meant they had to remain as one joined body, replete with the exertion of their passion.

Petey clenched her muscles, squeezing his still-buried member and reveling in the unexpected fervency of his desire.  It felt pretty awesome to be wanted like that.

“I love you,” he wheezed, sucking lightly on her neck and dusting her jaw with open-mouth kisses.  “You’re a fucking sex goddess.” 

“I’m glad you think so.”  She wiggled her bottom against him with a satisfied smile, and her eyelids fluttered shut.  “Can I ask you a question about marriage?”

“Mm.”  The solidly muscled arms had finally relinquished their death grip just a bit, and he sounded contentedly muzzy.

“Are we going to lose…  this after we’re married?”

Jon pulled his face from the curve of her neck, chin propping on her shoulder.  “Whatcha mean?”

“The intensity.  This crazy passion that simmers between us.”  Petey turned to place a soft kiss on the bicep resting at her collarbone.  “Sex with us has always been incredible, and I’ll be honest.   I like being screwed as much as I like being made love to – when you’re the one screwing me.”

Jon either purred or growled, and the rumble in his chest rattled her spine.

“You saying you wanna keep it kinky?”

“Yes… No…  Not necessarily.”  The truth of the matter was that she liked the kink with him.  She thrived on the uninhibitedness of their physical relationship.  “This wasn’t kinky, but it’s just about the hottest sex we’ve ever had.”

He snickered arrogantly.  “It was pretty damn hot.”

“Don’t ever hold back with me,” she implored.  “Give it all to me.”  Her nails lightly scraped the hair at his wrist.  “Whatever you’ve got, whatever you want, I want it too.”

“Stop talking in vague circles, Baby.  Just tell me what you mean.”

Petey wished she could see his face to better gauge his reaction.  It was tough going in blind.

“I mean I plan to love, honor and obey you in the bedroom.  I want the kink, I want the passion, I want the love and whatever else you have up your sleeve.  There are other parts of our married life that I’m going to demand equal consideration, but when it comes to sex, I’m at your mercy.”

He nuzzled her shoulder with pliant lips.  “What about being tied up?  You said you didn’t want to do that again.”

“That was before I knew you loved me,” she said simply.  “You instinctively know how to get me off and I trust you to do it.  Please don’t let us become a boring missionary sex couple.”

He tickled her shoulder with his smile.  “I wondered if you would still be as adventurous now that we’re officially together.”

“More.”

“Damn, woman.  You’re every guy’s wet dream.”

“As long as I’m yours, that’s all I care about.”  She chuckled quietly.  “God knows you’ve spurred on enough female wet dreams in your lifetime.”

“Do you know how hot it is to find you wet every time I touch you?”  Petey felt him swelling inside her and he tipped his pelvis gently forward.

“Mmm.”  Her hips met his with pleasure.  “What was tonight about?  You were so quiet after we got home from Gavin’s and then there was all that raw desire.  Trying to remind yourself how I could possibly be worth the shit we dealt with today?”

“No.”  An absent thumb drifted over her abdomen as he lazily pumped himself into her.  “Just taking my frustration from the day and channeling it into a more satisfying outlet.”

Her lips parted on a sigh as bulbous head of his cock stroked across that sensitive spot deep inside.  “Do you have more frustration built up?  ‘Cause I’m willing to help you with it.  Anytime.”

His hands began roaming freely over her breasts and stomach, tugging sharply on her nipples as he ground into her bottom.  “Is right now good for you?”

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“Jesus.  I thought you were kidding,” Dorothea panted, sliding down the wall until her bare butt hit the floor.

Tony sank to his knees, covering her mouth with his even while he laughed softly.  “I don’t kid around when it comes to you and sex, Babes.” 

Really, he hadn’t been as confident about buckling her knees as he pretended to be, but he had damn well done it.  His hands carefully cupped her face, and he continued to nibble at her lips.  She was a boneless heap in the bedroom floor because of him.  He had pounded, prodded, stroked, rubbed, cajoled, coerced, and all around fucked her senseless.  There were at least two orgasms, if not three, and they were both sweaty and exhausted.

“Do you take Viagra?” she asked incredulously, her eyelids at half-mast.  He thought maybe she was only half kidding.

Tony growled playfully, nipping her bottom lip harder.  “I don’t need any little blue pills when I’ve got you.”

It sounded like a line, but it was the truth.  Her many years of martial arts training gave her muscle control in all the right places, and muscle tone that women half her age would be envious of.  Dorothea was very… physical.

“You don’t have to feed me bullshit,” she murmured with a tired smile.  “I’d actually prefer if you didn’t.”

“Hey.”  He compressed his hands gently against her face, beseeching her to look at him.  “You got the wrong guy for that, Babes.  No bullshit.  I’m always gonna tell ya like it is.”  His lips stretched slowly into a naughty grin.  “I spent almost a year thinking about you and whacking off in the shower, knowing that it wasn’t time for us yet.  My dick is pretty damn happy that it’s time now.”

She blinked her eyes once, unnervingly silent, and Tony would’ve given anything to know what she was thinking.  Had he given her too much information?  Been a little too honest?

“Sometimes I don’t know how to…”  Dorothea searched his face as though the right words were hidden in the creases of his cheeks or forehead.  “You can be overwhelming.”

He allowed his hands to slide down the silky column of her neck and rest on her shoulders, thumbs absently stroking the hollows in the niches of her collarbone.   Evidently his confession had been ‘too’ something and he tried his best to ignore the stab of disappointment.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to be.”

“No.”  She climbed to her knees so that they were more on the same level.  It forced his hands to drop to her waist and her arms twined around his neck, affection lighting the cocoa depths of her eyes.  “Don’t be sorry.  I’m only saying it so that you’ll understand.  It’s been a lot of years since somebody’s been so… into me, and I don’t have the youthful arrogance I did then.  It’s humbling.”  Her lips brushed against his.  “It’s overwhelming.  Not just you, but the way you make me feel.”

“How do I make you feel?”  He whispered into her mouth.  Yeah.  He wanted to know.  So what?

Warm fingers pushed through the close-cropped hair at the back of his head, and her tongue darted out to tease his top lip.  “Like my heart isn’t big enough to hold it all.  Like a young girl who still believes ‘happily ever after’ exists.”

Tony couldn’t have custom ordered a better answer, but it made him impatient for more.    

Just a few more days.  Don’t fuck it up by rushing.

“If it exists, I’ll find it for you.”