My hands roamed from her shoulders to the swell of her hips, pulling her into me as my thighs bumped against hers, spreading her wide open to my assault. That’s what it was, in fact. This was not love-making. This was angry sex on my part and desperate, horny, neglected, stoned sex on hers. Our bodies slapped together almost frantically as I tried to give her what she so clearly needed.
After one particularly hard pull forward on her hips, the storage bin rocked forward. Lindsey let go of me instinctively and leaned back, bracing her hands on the back corners to balance it. Her head fell backward, stretching her sexy neck fully, and her breasts stood up proudly, begging for attention. I grabbed them with both hands, squeezing hard, pinching and pulling her nipples as I fucked her for all I was worth and she gasped with pleasure and pain combined.
“Fuck, yes!” she hissed. “Pinch them harder!”
Tilting herself back changed my angle of entry and my cock was grazing along the top of her pussy as I thrust into her, hitting her G-spot with every stroke. I knew I couldn’t last long, so I did what she asked and mauled her breasts, pinching the areolae, grabbing the undersides and wrapping my whole hand around each one roughly, and pushing her nipples in with my thumbs. Her breathing grew ragged and she started to push her hips into me with every thrust, closer and closer to a powerful orgasm. The taut muscles of her belly and sides quivered with the strain.
Fortunately, our timing was good. Just as the pressure of her clasping, slick pussy got the best of me, her body responded as well. I slammed into her and pulled her to me by the waist, jerking her torso up as I started to ejaculate, bathing her insides in scalding waves. Her legs spasmed up and locked around my ass as that triggered her explosion and her arms wrapped tightly around me, her head buried in my shirt as we clung to each other and shuddered through our orgasms. I barely noticed the slippery mess between us as we lost ourselves in the combined pleasure of the moment.
Lindsey let go first, and her body sagged back against the circle of my arms around her. She raised her head to look at me, her eyes half-closed, and a tired smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. I’m sure I looked the same as I gazed down at her.
“Fuck, that was good,” she half-whispered.
I nodded in response, my smile getting wider.
“It’s good to be the president of the paddle tennis club, isn’t it?” I teased.
“Some days it is,” she sighed.
“Now clean me up,” I said sternly, looking down at the juncture of our bodies.
She giggled and pushed herself forward off the bin, sliding to her knees sensually. Her eyes never broke contact with mine as she took me back into her mouth, her tongue reaching all around my shaft to lap up our juices. When my cock was clean, she let go and worked her way slowly around my groin getting every trace of moisture. My shaft dwindled in the aftermath of her attentions and she paused to suck once more on the head, her tongue dipping into the opening to catch the last stray drop of cum.
When she was done, rocked back on her heels and looked up at me with a sexy smile.
“I have to go back soon,” she said wistfully, “but I want to hear ALL about your weekend on Thursday, okay?”
“Deal,” I told her as I stroked her hair.