Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Islip my fingers into her panties and circle her swollen clit, making her squirm. “Aaron.” My name is a high pitched whimper in my ear. Her moans echo in the garage… and now I want to hear it again and again until it becomes a symphony of just her cries.
“I fuckin’ love that sound,” I growl into her ear. “The way my imagination is runnin’ ramped in my head… trying to figure out all the ways I’m about to fuck you on this bike… it’s drivin’ me insane.” I plunge my finger into her core, making her beg for more. “You’re so fuckin’ wet,” I groan.
Sluggishly, between kisses, I drag my tongue down her body, satisfying her need to record her seduction… or maybe its mine… on camera in hopes to capture her perfect shots. With a pause, I make my way around the bike. Stopping at the back tire, my eyes on her beautifully wet pussy in front of me.
Carefully, I remove her boot, place her foot on my shoulder and do the same with her other foot.
Then, I yank her to the edge of the leather seat until her ass is barely on.
I curl over the tire and into her precious warmth.
I tear through the lacy panty and feast on her, relishing in the echoes of her moans and cries.
“Oh, we’re so fucking in here more often,” my voice harsher than I meant it to be.
My index finger takes over for my tongue, and my forearm holds her in place as I watch her tremble with my touch.
Committing her… in her exquisitely raw beauty, completely lost in pleasure…
to my memory to hold onto for the rest of our lives.
I glide my tongue back over her core and continue to urge her further into blissful madness.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my tongue.” I demand, knowing how close she is to coming undone.
“Don’t stop, baby. Please. Please, pleasepleaseplease. Don’t stop,” she whines, as she bucks her hips, protesting my weight on her hips. The taste of her on my tongue has my head spinning into a frenzy. She rides out her orgasm on my face before I stand to my feet.
I round the bike, unbutton my jeans and tug her forward and turn her in her seat until she is facing me. “Fuck. The. Camera.”
“Fuck the camera,” she repeats. She fists her hands behind my neck and pulls me to her, our lips collide in a sloppy kiss.
We’re a mess of tongue, teeth, and breaths, consumed by each other’s needs.
Ten years of marriage, knowing everything about each other, every mole and tattoo, and yet we cannot get enough of each other.
It takes me second to drag my pants and boxer briefs down, freeing my cock. Sliding my hands and forearms underneath her ass I lift her thighs and line myself against her entrance.
“G’Damn, you’re so fucking perfect,” I groan as I thrust into her, her knees in the crook of my arms.
“We’re perfect. Aaron… I need you deeper,” she begs.
“Hold on tight, baby.” I carry most of her weight, only using the bike for leverage. I pound into her at an unrelenting pace. Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she bounces on up and down my dick. It’s too much too quickly. Each thrust tightening that coil at the base of my spine.
“Oh God, Aaron,” she whimpers. She’s trembling in my arms. “Fuck me harder,” she growls and I spread her wider, putting her down on the seat, my arms still hooked under her knees.
I push deeper and deeper, until my balls smack against her ass.
There’s nowhere for her to lean back to, forcing her to hang on to my biceps as she throws her head back.
This version of her, the one lost in our lovemaking, may just be the most perfect vision of her.
Her screams are louder than I’ve ever heard them. Her walls tighten, squeezing me… oh fuck, I’m gonna come. “Wait, baby. I’m gonna make you more comfortable.”
I release my hold on her legs, careful not to drop her. While I adjust her, I climb onto my bike. Grabbing her ankles, I straighten them and spread her wider. Standing I curve over her forcing her to meet my lips and I impale her in hard, harsh and long thrusts.
“Baby, you’re so deep. I fucking love it.”
“Yeah? More than when I fuck you in the ass?” I tease her, pressing my lips to hers for the briefest second, ruthlessly pushing into her.
“It’s a tie,” her breathy reply somewhere between a moan and a squeal.
She’s breathless, so am I. We stare into each other’s brown eyes. Both lost deep within one another’s ecstasy. Promising to shatter together, fall together, that we find our release… together.
Stars burst behind my eyes as I come into her, draining my body, souls, heart, everything I have left in me. Knowing she’s right there with me when she weeps in my ear, and her legs wrapping around me.
I’ve barely been able to lift my head when I notice the tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, baby.” I kiss the tears away. “I’m so sorry, if I hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she giggles, her walls tightening around my cock as she does. “Fuck. I love it when you come inside me. That was-”
“Fucking amazing?”
“Yes! And it was all caught on camera. We’ll have to watch it.”
“We’ll definitely be doing that. And we’re going to fuck in here again-” I’m still inside her and give her another a small thrust. “And again.” I pull back and push into her again and she moans.
“Maybe I should get on my knees. Then you can bend me over and fuck me again.” She suggests as she presses against me.
“Fuck yes.” I agree, cautiously getting off the motorcycle.
Tori’s on her knees when her phone rings. We look at each other with the question written on our faces. “Who’s calling at this hour?”
“Ignore it,” I say. My fingers curl into her hair, pleading for her to continue. Her tongue slips out between her full lips and licks the bottom of my shaft up to the tip.
The phone rings again and this time we both groan. She stands and struts over to the phone. “It’s Maribel,” she says before answering. “Hey babe, can I… Maribel, what's wrong?” There’s panic in her tone and even from where I stand, I can hear Maribel’s cries. “Cal’s- WHAT?”