I pulled Fran into my apartment, barely remembering to close the door behind me. “Since everyone’s partying, let’s party,” I murmured in her ear, pressing her body against mine.
“Sounds…mm, sounds like a good deal to me,” Fran said, bringing her lips up to mine. I kissed her like my life depended on it, letting my hands wander over her body.
“Think I’ve got beer…and some of that weed you gave me last week,” I told her, beginning to move towards my bedroom.
“Later,” Fran told me. She grinned up at me and her hands squeezed my ass. “Right now…” Fran ducked her head to the side and kissed along the column of my throat. “You sounded like a damn badass on that track,” she told me, and I laughed.
“You’re all turned on by my singing? That’s what this is about?” I reached down and wrapped my arms around Fran’s hips, lifting her body up against mine, off the floor. “I should sing more often.”
“You should,” Fran agreed. She kissed me on the lips again and we reeled through the apartment, making our way towards my bedroom. We tumbled onto the bed almost before I realized we were close to it, and Fran laughed, squirming and wriggling underneath me. I kissed her again and again, slipping my hands up underneath her tee shirt, under her skirt, touching her everywhere. I felt her hands on me, too—tugging at my shirt, struggling with the buckle of my belt, the fly of my jeans. I was already starting to sweat—it was full fucking summer heat in Miami, and I’d set the AC in the apartment to 80 before I’d left that morning.
Our clothes started to come off, and I tried to get my mouth, my hands, everywhere I saw exposed skin; I could taste the salt-sweet taste of Fran’s sweat, smell the scent of her perfume clinging to her cleavage, at the base of her neck, down near her hips as I worshipped her with my mouth. I was hard as a rock already; my cock was aching, but I wanted to make it last—and I knew if I just went straight to the main event, I was going to waste more time than I wanted waiting to get hard again. I looked up at Fran’s face as I came to her hips and smirked. “Good thing you did so many vocal warm-ups today,” I told her, rubbing my cheek against the spot between her navel and her wet pussy.
“Going to give my voice a workout?” Fran snickered and I nodded.
“Better believe it, baby.” I spread her legs a little more open and slid down between them, breathing in the smell of her: I don’t know how she did it but she was absolutely mouthwatering. I buried my face against her soaking wet folds and went to work, licking and sucking, teasing her every way I could think of while she twisted and squirmed and bucked underneath me. I rode the tension wave in her body, building her up over and over again, flicking my tongue against her clit and then dipping down to the sweet, wet folds underneath.
“Fuck—Jules…you’re such a bastard…sometimes…” Fran’s hips twisted under my arms and I chuckled, sucking her clit between my lips and swirling my tongue around it. She was so close to coming I could taste it—soaking wet, almost sizzling on my tongue. I finally gave her what she wanted and felt her gush against my face, felt her hips moving and her thighs trying to crush me while she cried out again and again.
As soon as the noises started to go soft I was on top of her, licking my lips and then kissing her again, touching her everywhere. It felt like I had molten rock pooling in my hips; my cock was so hard it almost hurt. “Let me know…when you’re ready for more,” I told Fran, barely able to breathe.
“Go for it,” Fran told me, smiling up at me with dazed, hazy, wild eyes.
“Really?” I rocked my hips against hers. “You’re up for this already?”
“Always,” Fran said, nodding eagerly. I shifted against her and then, in an instant I was sliding inside of her, pushing past the flexing muscles at the front of her pussy and in deeper.
“Fuck, Frannie,” I groaned, almost shaking; it was almost too much for me. I had to hold still for what felt like a fucking eternity, buried inside of her while her muscles tightened around me in erratic little spasms. “This never gets old, does it?”
“Never,” Frannie agreed. She kissed me everywhere, and as soon as I could I started moving, thrusting deeper and deeper inside of her. I fought to hold back, to keep it going as long as possible without losing control, but after a few minutes I couldn’t help myself anymore: she was so tight, so hot and so wet that it was impossible to fight the urge to go hard and fast. Fran wrapped her legs around my waist and we moved together, touching each other everywhere, kissing and licking and sucking wherever our lips could reach.
I buried my face against her tits, nuzzling, kissing, my hips slapping against hers as I felt the tension mounting somewhere in the pit of my stomach. All at once, I felt the tension dissolve, breaking with a snap, and I felt Fran shudder underneath me as we both came. I didn’t even care anymore—I was too wrapped up in the feeling of her body around mine, the sounds of her moans, the way she smelled and tasted. I came for what felt like hours, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her, riding through the climax that ripped through me so intense that it was almost painful.
All the strength in my body left me all at once and I collapsed next to Fran in the bed, dripping with sweat and panting for breath. “Some party,” I said, turning to look at her.
“This is just act one,” she said, giggling softly in the darkness. “As soon as we catch our breaths, we’re doing this again.”
“You’re not worried about losing your voice?” I smirked at her. Fran laughed out loud, curling up close to me.
“I don’t have any recordings to do for a month at least,” she said. “Make me as hoarse as you possibly can, lover boy.”
“It’s a deal,” I said, reaching over to give one of her heavy tits a playful squeeze. “But let’s grab a beer first. It’s too fucking hot in this house.”