by Louisa Bacio
Jamie propped one knee on the bed and pulled her toward the end, giving himself access to plunge into her wetness and leverage his other foot on the floor. She let out a deep moan when he entered her and he leaned over, reaching under her and tweaking her nipple. He sank into her to the base of his cock. Her hot ass pressed up against his pelvis and he held the position before starting to slide in and out. The inner walls of her pussy squeezed him, giving physical meaning to the expression “sugar walls”.
“Come on, baby. Do me harder,” she said, thrusting back into him.
He gripped the juncture above her hipbone and rammed it home doggy-style, until his balls bounced off her mons and her breath came out in shorts burst of “oh, oh, oh.”
Pleasure overtook everything else, ratcheting up the tension in his body, until the movement of their bodies blurred. His balls tightened and he dug his toes into the carpeting. He threw his head back and grunted as he shot his load inside her.
“Oh, yes, I can feel you. Give it to me,” she said.
She rocked back into him, begging for more. He reached under her, rubbing her clit, stroking it as he continued to pump his cock into her until she screamed his name. Sated, she collapsed against the pillows.
As he pulled out he kissed the small of her back, reveling in the saltiness of her skin. He was the reason she lay there spent with her ass reddened. Neither of them would forget this encounter for a hell of a long time. His thigh muscles cringed as he climbed onto the bed and curled against her. For sure, he’d be feeling it tomorrow, but the thought of her walking bow-legged made him smile even more.
Beneath his palm the movement of her chest slowed as her breathing leveled out. The scent of strawberries came from her hair. Some stray strands clung to his skin. He brushed them off and nestled closer against her soft body. How come women always smelled so damn good?
They must have dozed for a brief period of time. He woke to the feel of her wiggling her ass against him.
“That was pretty amazing,” she said. She reached back and stroked his cock.
“You’re telling me. Quite a bit of acrobatics there. I think I need another drink.”
“Did I wear you out? You need more of a resting period?” she asked.
His cock twitched in response. He hadn’t had such a quick recovery time since he was a horny freshman in college, jerking off to the Playmate of the Month.
“Hell no,” he said, gliding a hand down to explore the wetness between her legs. She spread them farther apart, giving him access. Oh yes, she definitely was ready for him.
He sought her clit, rubbing his thumb over it and making her cream even further. He grabbed another condom and wedged himself between her legs, gliding down until her nipples came level with his mouth. He sucked and stroked simultaneously, ratcheting up her libido and listening to the hitches in her breath.
She rolled over, then hooked her ankles over his hips and thrust up. He guided himself into her tight channel in one long stroke and held himself there. The sensation of being enveloped sent shivers down his back. Although it had been years since he’d been with her she felt so familiar, like the taste of a favorite dessert. He should have bitten into this sweet treat much sooner.
Their bodies glided together. He pumped into her as she lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Yes, fuck me,” she said.
Sofia ran her nails along his back, amplifying the pleasure.
Sweet baby. His ball sac tightened and his scalp tingled.
He reached under her, propping her ass up as he plundered her pussy. A tightness clenched onto his cock—her inner walls squeezing tight as she came. With a few more grunts he let loose again. His balls ached pleasingly from coming again so soon.
They lay entwined in the damp sheets, the blast of the air-conditioning cooling down their bodies. Her skin glistened. He flipped her onto her back, bracing her legs open with his elbow.
“What are you doing?” she halfheartedly pushed him away. “You wore me out.”
“Leaving you something to remember me by.”
He licked the soft flesh of her thigh and then sucked hard. She moaned and tilted her hips toward him. He continued for another minute before pulling back and admiring his handiwork. A genuine hickey marred her leg.
She laughed. “What are you, a horny teenager? The ache between my legs and my sore ass would be memories enough.”
“Ah, but again, something others can see.”
* * * * *
The motor of the air conditioner kicked off and James drifted off into sleep. The bed shifted as Sofia got up. He clicked on the light. She was searching for her clothes.
“Did I scare you off?”
Her laughter floated over him. “No. The girls will worry if I don’t come back at all tonight. We’ve got spa reservations in the morning. As it is I’m going to catch hell for—”
“Being with me?” For some reason the thought made him smile. Still a bad influence after all these years.
“Something like that. It was supposed to be a girls’ trip.” She reached into her purse and pulled on a pair of white shorts, shimmying her ass a little extra as she smiled over her shoulder.
James wolf-whistled then fell silent. After a moment he said, “Thanks for playing hooky for a while.”
“It was my pleasure,” she said, shoving stray clothing and her skirt into the oversized bag.
He rose and put on his jeans. Might as well be a gentleman and walk her out. He poked his head out the door and the hallway was empty. He didn’t bother to put on a shirt.
“All good things must come to an end,” he said. He ran his fingers along her thigh.
“Thank you for making my vacation much more memorable.” She leaned against him, swiping her tongue across his lips and kissing him deeply. His cock sprang to attention and she reached between them, sliding her hand into his jeans pocket and giving him a gentle squeeze.
“You are a remarkable woman.”
“I know.” She trailed her fingertips across his cheek, lingering on his lips and he kissed them. “Thanks for reminding me what I missed about California.”
With a small smile she shouldered her purse and walked away. He watched her fine ass sashay down the hall. She didn’t look back.
As he headed back to his room something stabbed his thigh. In his pocket was a folded piece of paper. He didn’t remember putting anything in there.
For a good time, call…
It was signed with a heart.
She didn’t need to leave her name or number. He got the message.
About Louisa Bacio
A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.
Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast”, and a multitude of pet craziness: two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, hermit crabs and rolly pollies. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.
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