MacKenzie Fire(87)

I push against him, begging for more. My hands open and close on the bedsheets, twisting and turning them into wrinkled piles.

He builds a rhythm, going in and out, the friction growing along with my desire.

“Harder,” I say, knowing I need to feel more of him.

He bangs into me so forcefully, my feet lose their grip on the floor and I fall forward onto the bed.

He crawls up behind me and pushes into me from above, quickly, like he can’t wait for me to be ready.

I collapse onto the bed on my stomach, but he doesn’t stop. He’s going faster and faster, pushing, demanding, and I have to raise my ass off the bed as high as I can to keep him in the best position to go deep.

It’s crazy the way we just keep going, not caring which end is up or who might hear. We just have this need to satisfy and neither of us is willing to walk away from it. I’ve never ever been so carried away with someone before.

His hands come under me and pull my hips up even higher. I didn’t even know I was capable of this kind of maneuver, but I’m glad as hell that I am. He is hitting me in exactly the right spot, the pressure pushing on my nub and making a tingle come from somewhere deep inside me, his long hard cock filling every bit of me.

He’s going nuts, pumping so fast, I can’t keep up with his rhythm. I don’t need to though, since my body seems to have gone into some sort of auto-erotic state. I don’t even know where I am anymore, some kind of dark sex pit, maybe. I could care less if the whole house hears us at this point. I just want him to take me all the way to the end of this crazy ride. It feels so good, I just hope it doesn’t end too soon.

“Argh!” he yells, stopping suddenly. He’s breathing so hard he sounds like a freight train.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, also out of breath.

“Turn over.”

“What?”

Before he bothers to answer, he pulls out, grabs me by the waist and flips me half way over. “That’s good, right there.”

I’m on my side and he’s straddling one of my legs. The other one he’s lifting to put over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I ask, scared and excited at the same time. I’m throbbing with need. I just want him back in there making me feel like I’m on fire again.

“Fucking you.” He gets low on his knees and guides his dick into me again. He’s holding onto my leg with both hands as it rests against his chest and goes over his shoulder at the back of my knee joint.

I’ve never had anyone f*ck me sideways before, but it doesn’t take me long to figure out that I like it. Yes, please, Ian. Fuck me sideways.

“Oh my god,” I say as he pauses to rub some circles around me with his pubic bone. I’m getting a massage on the outside and the inside at the same time. It crosses my mind that this is what heaven is like. Just exactly like this, only with unlimited cookies that don’t make you gain weight.

“You like that?” he asks, putting his thumb on my nub, gently rubbing it as he pulls out and goes back in.

I nod, unable to speak.

He keeps rubbing me like that, pausing, starting again, going in and out, and I get closer and closer to the elusive orgasm that seems to be playing hide and seek with me today. I can’t quite fall over the edge, but I try not to get frustrated by it. This feels way to good to worry about little details like that. I know that Ian would never leave me hanging.

He stops and pulls out.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, worried we’re done already.

“I need to go deeper. I want to see your face when you come and I know you’re close.”

He gently pushes me onto my back.

I open my legs and arms. “Come on then,” I say, smiling. “Gimme gimme.”

He grins. “Oh, I plan to, believe me.”

And then he’s inside me again. We stare into each other’s eyes as the heat builds inside me again. He sinks into me slowly, carefully, making me happily aware of every inch of him.

The sliding gets slicker. Easier, as the heat builds. I feel parts of my body swelling down there, and the tingling comes from deep inside again. This time it comes faster and stronger. I imagine that I’m falling.

His expression goes dark and his nostrils flare. The muscles at his jaw begin tensing and releasing, over and over.

I start to close my eyes.

“No,” he says. “Open your eyes. I want to watch you.”

I do as he says and stare into his impossibly green eyes. It’s intense feeling him in me and on me while watching him gaze at me so intently. It’s like we’re somehow being melded together, no longer two individuals but one whole. It’s scary, but I can’t deny that it feels right. I want to watch him come too.

I can feel orgasms coming for both of us at the same time. Keeping his gaze is no longer an option. I have to keep my eyes locked with his or I’ll drown. He’s the only thing saving me from certain oblivion. I’ve never felt like I’m about to completely lose myself before like I do now. It’s amazing yet disconcerting at the same time.

“Ian …” I’m desperate, holding onto him with an iron grip.

“You’re going to come,” he says.

I nod, my face contorting with the pleasure and the anticipation. “Yes.”

“Me too,” he says, his voice mostly down to grunts.