I’d had just enough alcohol to make me horny. I wanted sex. I wanted it badly, and the only woman I could think about fucking was Kina. That’s how it had been for me since I met her, and it was really throwing me off my game.

The last time I’d been with her, it had been fantastic. Orgasmic. There was no way to explain how good it was with her other than saying I wanted it again.

I’d called her to tell her that, and she’d accepted coming over again. A part of me was thrilled. A part of me was surprised.

I didn’t think she would do it, but when I’d called her she’d agreed.

It just made me feel hornier.

The alcohol in my system was enough to push away all the reasons why I shouldn’t fuck her. There were reasons for me not to do it. I had a lot of shit going on my past, and I had to be careful, but I wasn’t going to a public place with her. I was just going to do it all behind closed doors.

When the doorbell rang, I walked to the door. She stood in front of me looking like a vision. She wore jeans so tight, they looked painted on. I wanted to see her without them. I knew what her legs looked like, but I wanted to see her naked, this time.

All the way.

I pulled her in through the door and pushed her up against the wall, pinning her with my hips. I ground my crotch against hers, and my hands found her breast. Her neckline was low enough that my fingertips were on the bare skin on her chest. Her chest heaved as he breathed harder. I squeezed her breast, my fingers pressing into her skin, and I massaged her with the palm of my hand.

She gasped into my mouth. I rubbed my cock against her, pressing myself tight against her through my clothes and hers. I ached for her, my cock throbbing in my pants. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly.

Kina pushed her fingers into my hair, her fingertips on my scalp.

I pulled her shirt up, my hands on the smooth skin over her ribs. She lifted her arms, and I pulled the shirt off, throwing it on the ground. Her bra was something satin-and-lace, but I didn’t pay a lot of attention to it. I was already working on her jeans, undoing the button and zipper. She kicked off her own shoes.

I wanted her in my bedroom. I moved her toward the living room, half tripping over the rug on the floor on the way there. We collapsed on the couch in a tangle of limbs. Her hands were under my shirt as well, and we tugged and pulled together to get it off.

She managed to get my pants undone, and between the two of us, we got undressed bit by bit until we were both naked. I turned her around so I could spread her pussy and ass open wide and take a look at what I had been missing.

“You’re such a bad girl to come over here and see me,” I told her, spanking her bare ass cheek.

“Ow,” she cried out, but then she said, “I couldn’t help myself. I had to come see you.”

“We’re not supposed to be together,” I told her, as I hit her other ass cheek. “We could get into a lot of trouble.”

“I’m such a bad girl,” she said, leaning her ass out so I could hit it again. “Punish me.”

I grabbed ahold of her clit and then spanked her pussy a bit—the part that was sticking itself out to me, offering itself to me hungrily, wanting me to claim it and do what I wanted with it, which I was only too happy to oblige.

Then it was time to get it on for real. I lay on top of her, and she gasped, her body writhing beneath mine. I wasn’t even inside her yet, but my cock was against her lower abdomen. I moved back and forth, bucking my hips, rubbing myself against her.

The alcohol fueled me. I’d had just enough not to think about what I was doing and second guess myself. I was still in control of my body, my cock hard and eager for her.

“I want you,” I said between kisses. “I want to fuck you.”

“So, take me,” she breathed.

I wanted to, but not here. I wanted to go to the bedroom and do it properly. I got off the couch and pulled her up with me. I took her hand and led her down the passage to my bedroom. My cock was hard, and it bobbed as I walked. I looked over my shoulder at her perfect body, with her wide hips, her almost flat stomach, and her large breasts swinging with every step.

I was barely in the bedroom when I turned and pulled her against me again. I kissed her, groped her, walking her to the bed without letting her go. I put a condom on while I walked, thinking, no one better ever say I’m not multi talented.

When we reached the bed, I kissed her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I tasted her—she’d had alcohol, too—and I tasted her desire.

I spun her around and bent her over so that she braced herself on the bed. She moaned a little, and it was a sound of pleasure. She wanted this as much as I did.

It was confirmed when I pushed my hand between her legs, fingers into her entrance, and felt how wet she was. She was more than ready for me. The juices running out of her slit showed me so.

There was no reason to wait. I wanted her, and she was ready for me. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance and pushed into her. She gasped as I slid into her. Her body opened for me, her walls gripping my shaft, and I was inside of her, right where I wanted to be.

When I pulled out she moaned, and she cried out when I slammed into her again. I did it another few times before I found a rhythm. I fucked her hard, her body rocking back and forth, the sounds of our sex filling the room. She cried out while my cock hammered into her. My hands were on her hips, holding her steady while I fucked her. Her hands were braced on the bed.

I was getting closer. I didn’t want to come until she was ready. Judging by the sounds she was making, how hard she was breathing and moaning, she was getting close, too.

I reached around her body, squeezing her breast before I pushed my hand between her legs. I found her clit, and her breathing hitched a little. I rubbed in circles. I kept at it, rubbing her harder and faster, body bent over her as I fucked her.

She was getting closer. I could feel it by the way her muscles contracted and clamped down on my shaft. It didn’t take very long before she toppled over the edge. She cried out, her walls clenching me. Her muscles contracted, and it pushed me into my own orgasm.

I shoved myself as in deep into her as I could and emptied myself into the condom inside her. She milked me with her body, tight around mine, and I grunted and groaned.

Finally, the pumping stopped. She was breathing hard, and I knew that her orgasm had passed, too. I was starting to get soft. I pulled out of her, and she collapsed on the bed.

I crawled onto the bed and pulled her against me so that the line of her body was pressed against mine. I traced her contours with my fingertips.

“I’m glad you came,” I said.

She chuckled, and I realized how it sounded.

“I’m glad, too,” she said.

My phone beeped, but I ignored it. I wasn’t going to bother with my phone when she was here.

More messages came through, my phone pinging. Her phone started going off, too. We could hear it in her handbag all the way from her bedroom.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

But I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be pretty. Perhaps our rendezvous had somehow caught up with us. Someone just might be onto us.