Chapter 14
Trace
I took Lila back into my room, and within seconds, we’d torn each other’s clothes off. Everything stoked the fire between us, from her little gasps and cries to the deep growls emanating from my throat.
For a long time, we simply stood in the center of the room and kissed. I could feel her dripping down my fingers whenever they gravitated downwards. She would occasionally stroke my cock to see how much tension there was, the veins pulsing madly.
But we couldn’t play like this forever. Eventually, I picked her up in my arms and walked us over to the wall, pinning her curvy frame against it. We kissed, gently thrusting our bodies together. Our lips never parted for long and I began to taste her breath, the moonlight and meadows that was all Lila.
But my baby was insistent. Soon, she began to grind hard against me, checking to see how ready I was for her. Oh yeah, just like that.
“Spread, sweetheart,” I rasped into her mouth. “Spread for me.”
The girl obeyed and immediately, my thick shaft sought her entrance, sliding deep into her slick, wet hole.
“Oh!” she cried out, literally pinned against the wall now. “Yes, Trace!”
We kissed feverishly, obscene sucking noises sounding out as the sex went from hot to hotter. She felt considerably tighter to me than before; was that even possible?
Shocked that I had yet to burst, I moved us over toward the bed. Placing that curvy frame down gently, I eventually stopped kissing her lips so that I could bend her over on the bed and give it to her from behind.
This time, I entered her slowly, smacking her ass harder with each new inch of me she took. It was arousing to see, my giant pole disappearing within that tantalizingly wet pinkness. She was so tight. I had to start slowly, drilling deeper and smacking her ass the harder the faster we went. My hands grabbed her curls, tugging her head back gently.
“You like that?” I whispered.
“I fucking love it,” she moaned.
I leaned forwards, kissing the back of her neck while reaching my hands under to squeeze her breasts. Shit they were huge, with distended tips, and I corkscrewed my fingers off each one. Lila moaned, her head dropping like a flower on its stalk, catching a glimpse of my massive balls through her parted legs as I penetrated her from the back. She cried out with arousal, feeling them smack against her hard clit.
“Yes,” she cried out again, pussy getting even more wet. “Yes!”
I only increased in speed, going at it like a madman. And finally, it was done. My shaft burst like a fucking firehose in the beautiful girl, spraying her with reams of cream as her pussy shattered around me, drawing every single drop of sperm deep inside.
Yes. This was how it was supposed to be, and ecstasy overwhelmed my being.
When we finally came to, I slid one big hand over that sinuous back.
“I think our chemistry’s pretty fucking amazing,” was my possessive grunt.
“I totally agree,” she replied.
“I’ve never had someone like you,” I said.
“We really complement each other well,” she giggled a little.
“There are so many other things I want to try with you,” I said.
“Like what?”
I decided to surprise Lila.
“Surfing,” I answered. “Rock-climbing. I’ve always wanted to run a marathon.”
“Oh, I thought you meant like… in bed,” the girl laughed.
“Well, that too,” I assured her. “I’m having a great time with you just as is. I can’t imagine what it’s like to do some really freaky stuff.”
She looked shocked.
“Really freaky?” was her gasp.
“Really freaky,” I echoed with a wink.
She giggled again before getting serious.
“One day,” she sighed.
“I’ll have to start looking for places soon,” was my comment.
“You’re really wanting to move all the way back here?”
“I want to be with you,” I said. “I was being serious before. Were you not?”
“Trace…”
“If I move here, would you date me?” I asked again.
“In a heartbeat, but—”
“Then that’s all that matters.”
The brunette bit her lip for a moment.
“Well, if you want a place to stay while you hunt for a place, you’re more than welcome to crash with me for a while,” she ventured.
I shot her a searching glance.
“You sure, sweetheart? We’re moving at light speed here, and I thought that’s what freaked you out.”
She nodded, still thoughtful.
“It does, but it feels right too. I don’t know how to explain it,” she whispered.
“Then don’t,” I finished. “Don’t think honey, just feel.”
She was silent for a moment, looking at the coverlet before raising her eyes.
“I can’t believe you’re really willing to come back to Miami for me.”
“The only thing I regret is that I didn’t return sooner,” I said. “I wish we’d tried to date in high school. It sucks that we didn’t talk back then.”
“You know, for most of the week, I felt the same way,” Lila said slowly. “But I’m kind of happy that we found each other the way we did.”
“How so?” I asked.
“We’re more mature,” she replied. “We’ve both had other lovers. We’ve seen what’s is out there, and it’s pretty dire. If we tried dating back then, or even just tried being friends, it might not have worked out.”
“That’s a good way to look at it.”
“The only thing is, Trace, I don’t want you to come to Miami and regret moving. You have a whole life out there in California—”
“Right, I have a life,” I interrupted. “And I can choose how I want to live it. I don’t want to be apart from you. I want to come back to Florida.”
We looked into each other’s eyes for a while, our hearts beating in unison. And finally, the girl snuggled up into my chest.
“Miami is happy that you’re back,” she murmured with a satisfied yawn.
I held her close, merely resting my chin against the top of her head. For the first time in a long time, I went to sleep fulfilled. The only thing that kept me awake were thoughts about the limitless possibilities for the future ahead.