I pull my cock out of my boxers and slam it deep inside her heat. She's wet and warm, her walls bearing down on my length as I fuck her. This isn't slow sex. This is dirty, greedy, delirious sex. I'm starving, and there's nothing that can satiate this feeling except for her.
My fingers grip her ass and pull her right to the edge of the counter. She wraps her legs around my waist as she leans back, and rests on her hands. Bowing her back, her tits press higher, bouncing up and down with every thrust.
I piston my hips, watching her eyes as they glaze over and her lips as they part. She bites the very tip of her tongue, her nails scraping against the granite.
The sound of our bodies mashing together fills the room. Skin slaps against skin, her wet pussy splashes around my cock, soaking the hair at my base. She opens her eyes and watches my length as it disappears inside her.
“I fucking love that,” she says. “I love watching you fuck me.”
I grunt softly, driving my mouth onto her tit and sucking hard. Every thrust sends her backwards on the counter. Taking her by the hips, I hold her in place. I want her as close to me as I can get her, so I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her up straight, holding her against my chest.
Her heart beats against my chest, heavy and loud as a drum. Lyllian rests her head in the crook of my neck and bites me, suffocating the moan she lets out. “Yeah, fuck me, Doug. Harder, harder, don't stop,” her lips buzz against my skin, making me not only hear her, but also feel her words.
I give her what she wants, pulling my cock out to the ridge, and then thrusting back inside her. Her heels clutch the back of my thighs as she rocks with me, matching my pace with her own.
She's getting slicker, wetter, letting me know she's close. Making her come is my goal. Making her scream my name is my reward. My hips move faster, harder. I want to hear her call out to me. To sing the only song that matters; my name coming off her tongue.
“Mm, yeah, holy shit. Yes, yes, mm,” she coos.
“Say my name, Lyl. I want to hear you. I need to hear you.”
“Mm, Doug,” she says.
“Louder,” I demand.
“Doug.” Her voice is full, but that's not what I want. I want to hear it come out from the depths of her belly. I want to hear her lose control.
“Louder, I want to hear you as you come.”
The nails dig into my back as her hips roll with me. She grinds against my lower stomach, rubbing her clit. Her muscles going stiff as she throws her head back.
“Yes, Doug! Mm, Doug!” Her words travel around the room, coming back around, and hitting me in the chest.
That's it. That's what I want. That right there is enough to make me blow my load. Like a wound-up elastic, I snap in half. My balls draw up, and my muscles begin to shake as my cock hardens to stone in her pussy. Her nails scratch canyons into my back as she lets out a moan that almost sounds crazed.
My heart hammers inside my chest as the orgasm builds. I feel like I'm standing right at the edge of a cliff. And then I jump. A wave of tingles sweeps through my body, and my cock purges its life blood. Pump after pump of hot cum fills her pussy.
“Don't stop, just don't stop, I'm so close to coming again,” she groans softly as she rubs her clit up and down against my stomach.
I pull my cock free and drop to my knees. I felt her once today, now I want to drink her pleasure like a fine wine. My tongue licks up her center. I can taste the salty flavor of my load, but I don't give a shit. I want her to come on my face. I want to feel her clit swell and pulse as I bring her to the brink of insanity.
Making her come back to back is like finding a four leaf clover. You don't find one often, but when you do, you take it. You claim it as yours and yours alone, branding it with your scent, your name, your very existence.
The tip of my tongue flicks against her tender bud. I suckle her clit with my mouth, making her scream out with pleasure. She wraps her legs around my neck and squeezes the sides of my head with her thighs.
Her nails rip at my hair as she pushes my face harder against her pussy and grinds her hips up and down. A shiver runs through her body, rippling through her muscles, and making her clamp down harder on my head.
My heart stops in my chest, giving me the perfect silence to enjoy this moment. There's no sound in my body right now as I eat her pussy like a three-course meal. A mix of her juice and my cum drips down my chin.
And then it happens. She sucks in a deep breath and screams my name. “Doug! Fuck, Doug!” Her pussy seeps with arousal, salty and warm as her muscles finally release and she falls back on the counter. I can feel the orgasm as it moves from her body to mine like ripples across the surface of a still lake.
“Holy shit, Doug. Did that just happen? Did you really just fuck me, eat me out, and make me come twice?”
I stand up and wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist. “You certainly aren't dreaming,” I say as I suck the last of her off my lips.
“I can't feel my legs, they're completely numb. And they're shaking. Feel them,” she says, grabbing my hand and placing it on her inner thigh. “Can you feel that?”
“That's what sex should feel like, Lyl. Just like this.” My eyes drift to the clock on the stove. “I hate to cut this short, but you need to get going soon. Let's finish breakfast and get you ready for your big interview.”
I watch her as she quickly demolishes her food, and then pops the dish in the sink. She doesn't bother covering up this time. “All right, I'm going to go get ready. Should I dress fancy or casual?”
“It doesn't really matter,” I say. “Either way you're going to look stunning.”
“Thanks, but looking stunning doesn't secure the job for me.”
“No, but the point I'm trying to make is that the clothes don't matter, it's what's inside the clothes that does.”
“I hope I can even concentrate now. You made my mind go all mushy, I can't even think straight.”
“I'll call that a win, then. If you don't get the job, we can blame it on hot sex.”
“Let's not think about me not getting the job. Let's think about this as a pregame to celebrating me getting the job.”
“I like the way you think. I couldn't have thought of a better way to put it.”
She gives me a blushing smile, then disappears inside her room. I go and get cleaned up myself, putting on some fresh clothes and throwing some gel in my hair. A few squirts of cologne, and I'm ready to go.
I relax on the couch and start flipping through my emails. My eyes keep going to the little digital clock in the corner. We need to leave soon, and I'm starting to get a little nervous about her being late for the interview.
“This is your twenty minute warning!” I call out to her.
Her door creaks open, causing me to look up. “Well?” she asks, holding out her hands and spinning in place.
Her hair is down and she’s curled the ends. Her makeup is subtle but highlights her eyes and cheekbones perfectly. A hint of pink on her skin makes her look like she's been in the sun, and the shade of gold on her lids makes her eyes sparkle like an Egyptian goddess.
Lyllian is wearing a silky orange blouse that hugs her curves with black dress pants and orange heels. She looks gorgeous, just like I knew she would. There isn't a thing she ever puts on that doesn't look good on her. She can be in crappy old jogging pants with a ratty shirt and messy hair, and she'd still look like she walked off a runway.