“Krista,” she panted, tugging my mouth back to hers.
My tongue slid into her mouth, tangling with hers as my cock prodded her entrance. Her legs wrapped around my waist, tugging me closer. In one smooth stroke, I was inside her, panting hard as her body squeezed my cock in the most pleasurable way.
Explosions went off, fireworks sparked behind my eyes, and shudders raced down my spine as I struggled to hold my shit together. But before I could gather my wits, she rolled me over and sank down on my cock again, tossing her head back as she cried out.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, running my tongue along the column of her neck, lapping up the salt from her skin.
My body convulsed as she rode me harder, her pussy strangling my cock with every sway of her hips. With those beautiful tits in my face, I couldn’t hold back. My mouth latched onto her nipples and sucked hard, eliciting the most decadent moans from this woman’s mouth.
I lost all sense of reason as I bolted from the bed, shoving her against the wall as my cock pounded into her. Sparks zipped down my spine as my balls filled to the brim, exploded, and filled her up with everything in me. And still, even when I was depleted, my cock wouldn’t go down. I was still hard, still panting and desperate for another taste, to feel her body writhing under mine.
I needed to see that wasted look in her eyes as I took every last ounce of her pleasure and made it burst into flames.
Panting, I pressed a kiss to her lips, then slowly lowered her to the floor, holding tight as she wobbled on uneasy legs. My cock slid from her body, immediately missing the warmth of her pussy.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” she nodded, her breathing still erratic as she shoved her brown locks out of her face, her eyes avoiding mine.
Fuck, I still wanted her, but I had to get to California. “I need to find my stuff. I have to get going.”
“Oh, sure,” she nodded again. “I’ll uh…help you.”
Scooting past me, her ass swayed temptingly as she bent over and snatched a t-shirt off the ground, tugging it over her head. Shaking my head, I started grabbing my own things, doing my best to forget about the best sex of my life. I had other things to do.
Like figure out what the fuck I was doing out here to begin with.
I tugged on the underwear, ignoring the fact that it belonged to another dude, and finished getting dressed. Meanwhile, Kira was scrambling around the room, still looking for my shit.
“Any luck?”
“Um…I found your wallet,” she said, holding it up. Before I could snatch it, she opened it and stared at my driver’s license. Shaking her head, she handed it over.
“Thanks.”
Tucking it into my pocket, I helped her look around the room, but my phone was nowhere to be found.
“Maybe you didn’t have it on you?” she said, getting to her feet.
“No. I never go anywhere without my phone.”
Not that it mattered. I could easily get into a city and grab another phone. It wouldn’t be the same quality as what I currently had, but it would get me through until I got home.
“Well…I should get going,” I said, rocking back on my heels.
This was awkward. We were having that morning-after moment, but much later than if we had just slept together. Because we did sleep together, but much later in the morning. Or maybe we had slept together last night, but I didn’t remember it.
Fuck, I was so confused.
“Right, well…if I find your phone, who should I contact?”
“Oh, shit. Let me get you a number. Do you have a pen and paper?”
“Yeah.”
She headed out of her room and down the long hallway to the messy living room. While she went to the kitchen, I took in the rest of the house, amazed that she lived here all alone. It was fucking gorgeous, but she was a slob.
“Here.”