Chapter 3 Hot Shower III The Urge I

Her hands dragged against his chest as she rode him. "Oh damn. Fuck me Mike. Let me feel you explode inside of me! I need it!" Her words empowered him and he furiously grabbed her hips and slammed into her without care.

She flailed, trying to keep control as he forced himself deeply into her over and over. As the heat and friction of their sex heated up she seemed to float into a state of bliss. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his chest as her ass slapped against his flexing legs.

Mike's hands couldn't grope her body enough as they grabbed and pulled at her with a desperate search for something to hold onto. Becca leaned forward and Mike grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pounded up into her.

Becca felt the speed quicken and saw how hard Mike was breathing so she put her finger in his mouth and felt him tense, shiver, and stop. She tightened her inner muscles hard and felt him explode with a cry. The force lifted her up as again and again she felt his spurts come out. Becca's eyes closed and she came, deeply, soothingly mixing the juices of their desires.

He felt her flexing inside and her vaginal walls caress him as her orgasm flowed from within her. The slow glide had stopped and she felt both full of his essence and her own fulfillment as they cuddled together. She played with his chest hairs as she lay on top of him.

After a time, they got up because he needed to go. As Mike stood there fixing himself and combing his hair, he noticed some pictures on her nightstand. They were of a military man. On closer examination he noticed a half dozen pictures in the room of the same guy. Trying not to be alarmed Mike asked, "Who are these pictures of?"

"Oh, these are of my father. I haven't seen him in ages. He and my mom were married in Vietnam a long time ago and we haven't seen him for about 15 years. We moved here about 10 years ago. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Mike said. "But these are pictures of my dad!"

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The Urge1::::

They laughed as they walked up the stairs after their romantic dinner. Leanne was a little tense. She wasn't very experienced at bringing men home and the thought of being clumsy or looking frigid made her nervous.

Dinner was extraordinary. They'd gone to a Mexican restaurant and had her favorite, Chili Verde and refried beans. She'd also had a few margaritas, and flour tortillas that she'd playfully rolled up and slid in and out of her mouth, teasing Will. Leanne was a pretty woman.

She was a little tall for most men at 5 feet 10 inches but most of it was long legs, and she often wore skirts to accentuate them. Will had no problem with her height since he was over 6 feet tall. He had a medium build and was handsome.

After she opened the door, she leaned back against the frame and touched his face with her hand. She pulled him towards her and they kissed softly. He sighed. He kept kissing her slowly, moving his hand up her side to just below her breast. She backed into the house, leading him with her hands grasping his neck. The door swung shut and the dim light from the kitchen was enough for him to see. He knelt down, wrapped his arms around her bottom and lifted her up. Will buried his face in her cleavage and her perfume filled his lungs.

The soft skin of her breasts made his mouth drool. He could see that she wore silk undergarments with a lace ruffle, his favorite. He carried her and followed her directions to the bedroom, clutching her tight and licking her breasts. Her long hair hung down her back as she threw her head back, feeling wanton and scared at the same time.

It had been a long time for Leanne and she did not want to be obvious. She tried hard to keep herself in control and control her heavy breathing. When Will set her down she grabbed the matches she'd left on the bureau and walked around the room lighting candles.

As she lit the last few Will came up behind her, picked her up and laid her on the table. She moaned softly; it was as if the beast in her wanted to be set free. She'd needed to be wanted like this. Although they'd only had two other dates, she wanted Will. She was already moistening her underwear and the fires in her heart made the nectar sweeter.

"I want you so badly that I can taste it." Will whispered as they kissed on the table. His weight crushed against her and she loved how he felt against her. She felt him harden as he pressed his groin against hers, making love to her through their clothes.

Leanne had been holding the feelings in since after dinner. She wanted to set them fre

e. Her passion increased the need to let herself go, but she held it in. She couldn't lose control yet. She wanted to so bad but was afraid of what Will would think of her. She knew she looked very proper and probably seemed a little stuck up. But Will kept kissing her and moved his hands to her supple breasts, massaging them softly, molding them to his hands. She enjoyed the attention he gave to details and knew where he was heading.

He glided his hands up her long legs as he kissed her midsection. His fingers found the wet lace and could feel how nervous she was by the twitching of her stomach as he kissed it. She was so soft, so sweet, so sexy. Her anticipation was apparent to him. The way she moaned and leaned her head back as he pulled her soaked panties down her luscious legs were his cue to what he should do.

Will kissed her ankle, moving his hand down the back of her leg, opening it wide for him. She was nervous because she'd never had a man go down on her the right way. Her other boyfriends had never taken the time to appreciate how much pleasure a woman derives from oral sex.