“Ky, please,” Kira begs, deflating all the fight left in me. I want to come, and I want to come hard with the purest fucking woman I have ever encountered riding me with unadulterated reckless abandon.
Releasing her hair, I bury my face into her chest, sucking and biting each breast as I set Kira free.
She instantly moves faster, sprinting after the orgasm that has been just out of reach. I watch her facial expressions contort as she comes closer and closer to the breaking point, dragging me right along with her.
“Ky, Ky, Ky,” she pants my name with every thrust as if it will keep her on the ground. I lift my hips, meeting hers until the rhythm is just too perfect. Until the flow is inescapable and we both succumb.
Kira climaxes only seconds before me, her pussy clamping around my cock and vibrating like high-power voltage.
“Oh, shit.” I grab onto her ass, captive beneath her, allowing her to milk my orgasm for every single thing it’s worth.
Our labored breathing and strangulating sounds fill my ears and the room as we peak together, entangled in a rare and spectacular spasm.
Rare and spectacular for me anyway.
Kira softens on top of me, her forehead resting against mine, her breaths choppy and limbs weakened. We stay connected this way until I carefully lie back down, keeping Kira securely fastened in my arms. Tonight, she isn’t going anywhere. Tonight, she’s mine.
“How long do you think we’d get grounded for if our parents found out about us?” Kira asks adorably, and I bark out a laugh.
“We’re adults. They have no grounds to punish us. Besides, no one tells me who I can fuck, especially my father.”
* * *
Friday has just becomemy favorite day of the week. Kira has off on Fridays, minus the stupid study group I plan on making her ditch so I can keep her naked and in bed all day.
“I’m starving.” She stretches like a cat as she wakes up.
“I have something you can eat.” I pop my eyebrows at her.
“You’re so crude,” she giggles, pushing me playfully.
“Just honest.” I grin. “Besides, he’s a little jealous.”
“Why is that?” she entertains me.
“Because, he didn’t get to experience what that sexy little mouth can do.” I trace the end of my fingertip around her plump lips.
“The day is still early.” She steals a kiss, then hops out of bed.
“Hey.” I grab for her gloriously naked body. Damn, it gets me every time. “I’m only down for naked breakfast,” I protest as she covers herself with a loose tank top.
“How about clothes for breakfast and skinny dipping for brunch?” she offers an alternative as she picks through one of her drawers for a pair of underwear.
“More of you naked and wet? I could do that.” I try to play it cool. But let’s face it, inside I’m a savage salivating for more of Kira. More of her naked, more of her wet, and more of her mine.
Breakfast consists of eggs, toast, orange juice, and coffee. And Kira sits exactly where I told her she would — on my lap.
It was a good warmup for skinny dipping. We spent the morning just as promised, naked and wet, Kira showing off her crazy freediving skills.
Holding her breath way longer than any human should.
“That shit freaks me out,” I admit when she finally comes up for air.
“It shouldn’t.” She grabs hold of my shoulders and kisses me playfully.
Kira and I swim over to the tanning ledge, lie in the shallow water, and chill.
“Why do you do it? I mean, why do you like it?”
