After the Storm - Sex Stories

After the Storm

... pounding hard and deep inside her. If this was his ideal world, Will would be making loving to Felicia leisurely on his bed, savoring every taste and touch of her beautiful chocolate skin and tempting body. As it was, Will happily settled for fucking her hardcore in the basement laundry room. Along with the tumbling of the dryer and whirling of the washing machine, the hard slap of his flesh smacking against hers, the moist squish of his shaft pumping into her wet core, and their unrestrained moans filled the room. Their climax was near simultaneous, as Felicia came, she cried out in pleasure and flattened herself to the top of the cool metal of the washing machine. Will’s release was right there, as he let loose a load of white hot cum deep inside her. “Ah, Felicia,” he moaned, lingering in the feeling of being within her again. He placed soft kisses on her back and neck. “Even when you fuck Michael now, it’s not like this, is it? It will never be like this.” “Will,” she moaned back, loving the feeling of him oozing out between their bodies. “No one compares to you,” she admitted breathless. “In that case, I’m only going to ask once. Be mine, Felicia,” Will whispered against her ear. “Ask me again when your dick isn’t buried deep in me,” Felicia answered with a playful smile. "Ah, see that's the problem. I never want to leave you." He smiled, then joked, "And the view from back here is spectacular!" he said with a light spank to her ass. The vibration from the spank was enough to make Felicia orgasm, again. "Mm, Will. Yes, I'm yours," she blurted out in submission. She quickly realized what she said, but it was too late. Will turned her around and held her in his arms, kissing her with a possession he hadn't before. Felicia reciprocated, claiming him for herself. "Yes. I'm yours." she repeated between kisses.