Mountain Getaway, Part 4: Dinner Among Friends free porn video

At Paul’s villa, Bria stepped out of the shower, dried herself off, and looked at the clothes she had laid out. She had brought her favorite leopard print dress, a black thong, warm shearling boots, and a black puffer coat. As she looked at the thong, she contemplated a recent night out to a comedy club where, on a whim, she had chosen to go without panties. It had felt surprisingly sexy throughout the evening to contemplate that nobody around her was aware of her somewhat naughty state of dress — or undress, perhaps. 

Recalling that evening, she slipped into the dress and put the thong back in her bag. She slipped her bare feet, with ruby red toenails, into the boots, and pulled the coat on as Paul called from downstairs to see if she was ready. Paul was in a pair of jeans and hiking boots with a sweater over a flannel shirt.

Across the way in Matt’s villa, Lucy slipped into a little black dress, a black thong, a white puffer coat, and her boots. She walked down the stairs to greet Matt in his hiking pants and boots, and a heavy wool sweater. 

Matt and Lucy arrived at the resort restaurant ahead of Paul and Bria. They had reserved a table in a section of the restaurant that stepped down to a porch, with a fireplace dividing the porch from the rest of the restaurant. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided breathtaking views of the landscape outside. A band played music on the opposite side of the restaurant, across the dining room, and on the other side of the bar. They ordered a bottle of pinot noir and awaited Paul and Bria, who arrived just as the bottle of wine was being delivered to the table.

Paul introduced Bria to Lucy and Matt. Lucy and Bria shook hands, and Lucy leaned in to give Paul a hug as Bria reached out her hand to Matt. Their eyes met. As their fingers touched, Matt said, “It is a pleasure to finally meet you.” 

Although nothing was said of the visual “greetings" all had shared earlier that afternoon, the physical meeting spread an undercurrent of energy when Matt’s and Bria’s hands touched. Lucy looked into Paul’s eyes as they stepped back from the hug. The chemistry between the two was clear and intense. Matt and Bria’s handshake lingered for just a moment as each considered what they had seen of each other. 

Goosebumps crawled along Bria’s skin as she recalled the profile view of Matt’s cock extended and Lucy’s mouth engulfing him. She had never watched or been watched the way she had done that afternoon. Rather than feeling awkward, as she somewhat anticipated, she felt intrigued and drawn in. There was an immediate collective comfort among the four.

Matt and Lucy sat with their backs to the window to give Bria and Paul the benefit of the view. Bria sat across from Matt, and Lucy across from Paul, as their wine glasses were filled and they began to talk. After just the briefest moment of hesitation, the conversation began to flow easily and all relaxed further. The wine warmed their bodies and minds, and they shared appetizers before the main course. Matt and Paul each ordered steaks — Matt the ribeye, and Paul the filet. Bria ordered crab cakes, and Lucy, grilled grouper. Each couple talked about how they had met. Paul and Bria had been introduced by mutual friends on a previous ski vacation to Colorado. They had quickly connected, and their initial attraction turned into a long-distance relationship full of phone calls and flights to visit one another. 

When Matt and Lucy shared that they had met on a website, Bria asked which website it had been. Lucy blushed when she shared that it was a site with erotic content and stories, as well as chatting and messages. Bria grinned and confessed that she had held a membership there as well. As she said so, and Paul turned to look at her, surprised, Bria’s eyes met Matt’s. There was a flicker of something like familiarity. Bria and Matt each quietly contemplated whether they had crossed paths on the website. Somehow it felt as if they had.

After they finished their entrees, the waiter brought a dessert menu. Lucy looked at Matt and asked, “Take me to the dance floor while we think about dessert?”

“Love to,” Matt replied.

“That’s a great idea,” added Bria. “Should we join them?” she asked Paul.

Paul rose and took Bria’s hand, and all crossed the restaurant to the dance floor. Other couples dotted the floor, and they eased their way in. After the first song, the couples found themselves back to back, and Paul asked Matt, “May I cut in?”

Matt stepped back, Lucy reached her hand to Paul, and Bria stepped closer to Matt. Lucy’s body folded easily against Paul’s as soft music filled the room. Bria and Matt held eye contact during the beginning of the song before Bria, her mind and body warmed by a good meal and a couple of glasses of wine, leaned her lips against Matt’s ear. “I think my boyfriend and your girlfriend enjoy one another’s company.”

Matt chuckled and whispered back, “That would be one way of putting it.”

Bria eased a bit closer to Matt as she whispered in his ear, “Did they really...” and her voice trailed off.

Matt felt Bria press closer against him as he responded, “Lucy said that Paul told you everything...?”

Bria didn’t answer, but Matt felt her cheek against his as she nodded.

“So you really woke up to ...” Bria started, and then again, trailed off.

Matt hesitated before deciding to answer bluntly, “Lucy sucking his cock?”

Again, Bria nodded. After a pause, she whispered, “I guess conventional wisdom says I should be jealous. But to be honest ...” and yet again, she trailed off.

“Yes?” Matt prompted.

“To be honest,” Bria picked back up, whispering against Matt’s ear and neck, her breath warm on his skin, “it sounds really hot.”

Matt stirred between their bodies, and Bria could feel it. His arousal rising. Pressing. Firm. She moved against him.

“Yes,” Matt answered. “It was.”

Bria, surprising herself, then whispered, “Know what else is hot?”

Matt pulled his face back, looking into Bria’s eyes, and responded, “What?”

“Feeling something I saw this afternoon,” she answered, and rocked her body against his. “I wonder if we might just enjoy one another’s company, too,” she added, winking at Matt with a playful yet mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Across the dance floor, Lucy and Paul watched Matt and Bria. “Looks like they are getting along,” Paul whispered into Lucy’s ear.

“Like we get along?” asked Lucy, rubbing her body against Paul’s.

“Part of me, for whatever reason, hopes so,” Paul answered.

Lucy hesitated, before continuing, “Is that just so you can have more of me?”

“Do you want me to?” Paul responded.

“I can’t wait,” Lucy confessed.

“Is that so?” Paul replied, grinning at her.

Lucy looked Paul intently in the eyes before replying, “Yes. That is so. I truly can’t wait.” She whispered in his ear, “I want you to fuck me tonight.”

Paul just smiled back as he squeezed her ass and pulled her tight against him.

The song concluded, and the couples returned to their table.

“So ... dessert?” Matt asked as they all sat down.

“Yes!” both Lucy and Bria responded in unison before reaching for their wine glasses for a toast.

The waiter came over for their dessert order, and as Matt began to order tiramisu for himself and gelato for Lucy, he felt something against his shin. As he realized what it was, he glanced over at Bria, who was watching him with an innocent expression on her face. As Matt concluded his order, Bria’s bare foot, which had slipped from her boot beneath the table, crawled up along Matt’s thigh.

While Paul was ordering chocolate mousse for Bria and cheesecake for himself, Bria’s toes wriggled up Matt’s thigh and her sole pressed against what she was doing to him. 

Bria held her foot there as the four talked, occasionally stealing glances at Matt. Bria leaned toward Paul and said, “I was telling Matt while we danced that you and Lucy seem to enjoy one another’s company.”

“Well ...” Paul started and stopped. Then he chuckled. “I guess it would be difficult to be any more obvious.”

“That’s okay,” Bria answered. “I’m sure Matt and I will get along just fine.” As she said so, she winked at Matt while using her toes to stroke him beneath the table.

As they awaited and then ate their desserts, Bria kept her foot in Matt’s lap, occasionally dragging her toes along his thigh, over his arousal, or resting her sole right there upon him. They were in a restaurant full of people, and the only people who knew what she was doing were she and Matt. It was ... exhilarating to say the least. If she had had his phone number, she’d have texted him and told him to pull it out of his pants for her to feel his bare flesh. At the same time, it was nearly as exciting to anticipate. Would it happen? Not for certain, but it seemed absolutely likely.

Before she knew it, the waiter had arrived for their checks, they all finished their drinks, and it was time to leave. Nobody had mentioned any post-dinner plans. As they exited the restaurant, Mike chimed in, saying, “I turned on the hot tub after we got off the slopes. You guys want to join us?”

Bria knew her answer and was pretty sure of Paul’s, too. Her first thought was that she did not have a bathing suit. But after thinking a moment further, she felt a bit silly after all they had seen of one another.  So she said, almost deadpan, “So ... I guess we wouldn’t need a bathing suit.”

Matt chuckled, looked at all three of them, and said, “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

“Or even preferable,” Paul chimed in, grinning at the two ladies.

“I have to agree,” Lucy added.

“Me too,” Bria admitted.

So off they went to Matt’s villa and up the stairs, where the hot tub waited. Matt slid open the glass door and told the women, “There are thick robes upstairs in the closet if you want to grab one for after you get out. Paul and I will grab drinks. I know Lucy wants a margarita. How about you, Bria?”

“Martini dry? Two olives?” Bria replied.

“You got it,” Matt answered.

“Even the olives?” Bria asked.

“Ask and ye shall receive,” Matt answered, winking at her. She smiled back.

With that, Bria and Lucy went upstairs, and Lucy showed Bria where the robes were. 

“You can leave your dress in my closet if you like,” Lucy said, as she slipped out of her own, showing a confidence that barely existed two days earlier. As Lucy leaned over to slip off her thong, Bria glanced over at her. She was an attractive woman. She understood what Matt — and Paul — saw in her. Bria slipped off her own dress as Lucy was hanging her own. Lucy handed her a hanger, and Bria hung hers. Lucy glanced at Bria and said, “Yes, I can see why you and Matt might get along.”

Bria flushed a little bit, but the compliment felt good. “You’d be okay with that?” Bria asked.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t have thought so,” Lucy answered, “but after the last two days, I can’t see how I could complain. Paul and Matt seem secure and respectful. There is a serene confidence in them — in both of them. It makes me feel comfortable. Safe. Plus, what’s the harm in all of us enjoying ourselves to the fullest?”

“Yeah,” Bria answered, “Paul is definitely all of that — serene confidence. In fact, I think that’s part of what made me run away. His confidence and comfort made me feel like I would do anything for him. And that scared me. As far as all of us enjoying ourselves, when Paul first told me what happened, I was jealous. Not that I had any right to be, because what happened was after I had left him. But there was just a tinge. I think it’s natural. But after the easy, respectful warmth from Paul, from Matt, and even from you, I’m strangely okay with everything that’s happened.”

“And,” Lucy asked, “if it were to happen ... umm ... again?”

“If I am being completely honest,” Bria replied, “which feels weird — because who is ever completely honest about their desires — I hope somehow that it does.”

“You just want to get your hands on Matt,” Lucy teasingly accused.

Before Bria could decide how to reply, Matt called out, “Drinks are ready!” 

Bria glanced at Lucy and said, “Maybe.”

“I hope you do,” Lucy replied. “I saw the way he looked at you. He would love it. And I guarantee you would, too.”

For some reason, hearing this from the other woman made her nipples pebble. Something had stirred inside her when she had first seen Matt through the windows. Not just his naked form, but the way he touched Lucy. Something she couldn’t entirely describe. But a desire had sparked. And it only built through dinner.

When the ladies got downstairs, Paul and Matt were leaning against the bar, each in their own robes already. Matt had started a fire in the fireplace.

“Honey,” Lucy said to Matt, “you and Bria go on out. I have a question for Paul.”

Matt raised his eyes and looked at her quizzically, but said, “Okay.” He handed Bria her martini, took her hand, and led her to and through the door. Something about the way their fingers touched raised goosebumps up each of their arms. 

As they stood beside the tub, Bria paused for a moment.

“Do you want me to turn around?” Matt asked.

For a moment, Bria felt slightly crestfallen. “You didn’t like what you saw earlier?”

“Oh no,” Matt answered. “I did. Maybe too much.”

Could there be such a thing as too much? she thought.

“Don’t turn around,” Bria answered, sliding her robe off her shoulders to pile at her feet, her eyes on Matt’s the entire time. 

“I sure don’t intend to,” she added, smiling impishly as she stepped into the warm, bubbling water.

Matt grinned back and let his robe fall to the deck.

When she saw Matt’s half-swollen dick, she grinned. “Oh, so you did like what you saw?”

There was no need to answer. Matt climbed into the tub and sat across from her.

They sipped on their drinks and settled into the hot water. Stars shone in the night sky, and steam rose from the water into the night air.

“Did you sit across from me because you liked what I was doing at dinner?” Bria asked as she brushed her bare toes against Matt’s calf.

“That might be an added benefit,” Matt answered. “Did you like what you were doing to me at dinner?” Matt brushed his toe against Bria’s calf and she shivered.

Both glanced inside, where they saw that Paul’s robe had fallen open as he sat on a barstool. Lucy leaned into Paul, her right hand on Paul’s thigh and her left on his chest as her robe, too, fell open, baring her breasts.

Bria’s foot crawled up Matt’s leg, against his thigh, and her toes grazed his balls. They continued to look inside, and Lucy’s fingers left Paul’s thigh to encircle Paul’s semi-erect and soon fully-erect cock.

“When we were upstairs,” Bria said, looking into Matt’s eyes as her second foot joined the first up against Matt’s scrotum, “Lucy asked me if I was okay with her and Paul, and if it were to happen again.”

“What did you say?” Matt asked as the big toe of Bria’s right foot touched Matt’s stiffened shaft.

“I said,” Bria answered, running her toes now against the length of Matt’s dick, “that I hoped it did.”

The toes of her left foot caressed Matt’s sack as her right lazily caressed his rigid shaft. “Lucy said,” Bria added, “that she thought I just wanted to get my hands on you.”

“How did you respond to that?” Matt asked, rubbing his foot against Bria’s bare thigh.

“I said ‘maybe,’” Bria answered, moving both feet around Matt’s cock to stroke him in earnest.

“Not just your feet?” Matt teased in response.

They glanced inside, where Paul’s lips met Lucy’s and their tongues twisted in a passionate embrace. Meanwhile, Lucy’s fingers expertly stroked Paul’s large cock. Their robes had fallen to the floor, and their bare bodies shone silhouetted through the doors.

“Just for starters,” Bria answered, as one foot moved against his belly and chest while the other refused to leave his thickened shaft.

Inside, Paul took Lucy’s hand and led her to the stairs and up.

“Just for starters?” Matt asked.

“Only the beginning,” Bria answered. 

“Not just your feet?” Matt continued.

“More,” Bria replied. “Much more.”

Matt reached out for Bria’s hand and yanked her toward him. She floated over and against him, where she landed straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips. Their lips met, and an anticipation that had built for hours was unleashed. Bria’s fingers slid through Matt’s hair, and their tongues dashed against one another. Matt’s arms wrapped around Bria, and one hand slid to her buttocks, cupping her against him.

Fingers roamed over and across one another’s naked bodies, as they devoured one another in a kiss. Lips brushed. Tongues twisted. Bria rocked her body against Matt’s, her nipples dragging against his chest. When Bria’s head tossed back in a gasp of pleasure, Matt’s lips attacked her neck, her collarbone, the top of her chest. 

*

Upstairs, Paul sat back on the bed, his knees apart and cock raised in the air. His look brought Lucy to her knees, both literally and figuratively, and she sunk down between his legs. She knew what he wanted her to do, and she wanted to do it.

Immediately, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock as her eyes looked up into his. Her fingers encircled the base of his shaft and cradled his balls as her lips stroked him, and her tongue bathed his head. She felt wanton, desirous and wanted as she knelt before him, gloriously on display. Her head moved up and down, as she alternately closed her eyes and looked up into his as his lips released a gasp of pleasure. 

*

In the hot tub, Bria rocked against Matt, her soft and recently-shaved pussy gently grinding against his stiff dick while she arched her back and his lips found her nipple. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, slashing his tongue against it.

“Oh, Matt ...” she gasped, cradling his head to her breast as he lit and built a fire deep within her.

“Mmm,” Matt hummed in response, the vibration of his mouth sending sparks through her nipples and deep into her chest.

“Fuck me, Matt,” Bria gasped, as she pressed her lips against his ear, rocking against him and panting.

“Oh, I will,” Matt answered, “but not yet.”

Matt stood, lifted Bria from the tub, and she wrapped herself around him, ankles locking behind his buttocks as he held her ass in his hands, cradling her against him. They kissed again, hard, as a chill rushed over their bodies from the night air.

Carrying Bria, Matt strode to the door and slid it open with one hand, the other still cradling her. He walked her over to the couch, where he set her down, leaned into her, and continued kissing her.

Matt broke the kiss and told Bria to sit back. She did so, her knees up. For a moment, Matt stood back and just looked at her. She looked damned sexy.

“Touch yourself for me,” Matt asked.

Bria was surprised by this request, but also aroused. She could feel the intensity of Matt’s gaze upon her, and the earnestness of his desire. 

She looked seductively into Matt’s eyes, slid her fingers over her breasts, down across her belly, and between her legs. As her fingertips spread her pussy lips and she caressed her clit, she closed and reopened her eyes. “Are you going to stroke that cock for me?” she prompted.

Matt’s fingers slipped around his upright cock, and he asked, “Do you want me to?”

“Yessss,” Bria hissed as one hand cupped and stroked her breast and nipple while the other caressed her clit. The heat surged through her body.

“Bring it closer,” Bria asked, and Matt stepped closer, his rigid dick inches from her face. She could see a cloud bead of precum form upon and leak down the crown of his cock.

“Stroke that clit,” Matt said, and Bria gasped as she did so.

“Are you going to fuck me with that thing?” Bria asked, her eyes nearly hooded as the sensations and the moment flooded her body and mind.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” Matt answered, the intensity of their arousal growing geometrically by the moment.

Bria leaned forward, and licked the head of Matt’s cock, as her fingers caressed her body.

Matt stepped a bit closer, and Bria sealed her lips around his dick. For the briefest moment, she sunk her mouth down over him, stroking him with her tongue. She moaned around his cock as her fingertips sent a surge of sensation from her clit through her entire body.

Matt stepped back, leaned into her, and kissed her hungrily. The breath was sucked from Bria’s chest as their tongues danced. Soon, though, Matt’s lips left hers. His mouth kissed down her chin, roamed between her breasts, and his tongue traced a line down and over her belly.

The heat of the fire had warmed and dried them. Bria parted her legs to the invitation of Matt’s mouth. His lips briefly found her pussy before his teeth grazed against her thigh, and his tongue licked upward and moved side to side, opening her up.

Matt and Bria held intense eye contact as his lips gently brushed against her folds and his tongue dipped between them, licking. Bria exhaled a rush of air.

“Matt ...” she gasped as his tongue stroked between her labia and the tip found her engorged clit.

*

Upstairs, Paul’s fingers moved against the back of Lucy’s head and neck as she slurped at his big dick. He made her so fucking hungry. The calm intensity of his presence made her entire being pulse. She ached to feed his powerful desire and feel him blanket it over her.

When Paul’s fingers plucked Lucy’s nipple, she moaned around his cock. 

“So fucking good, Lucy,” Paul spat out, and she sucked harder before licking from the seam of his balls to the tip of his head. She held his dick in her hand and looked into his eyes as the tip of her tongue dipped into the bead of fluid that formed at his tip.

“You taste so fucking good,” she answered, surprising herself. But it was so transparent, honest and true. She was on fire.

“Get up here, Lucy,” Paul told her, and she complied, willingly and happily.

“On your knees,” he added, and she knelt at the edge of the bed, her feet dangling off while Paul stood behind her.

“Mmmm ... Paul,” Lucy moaned, as her chest lowered to the bed, and her ass raised in the air toward Paul.

He held his cock in his hand and brushed it against Lucy’s dripping wet pussy, causing her to moan again. Sucking him made her so fucking wet, and when he ordered her to her knees, she got even wetter again. From somewhere deep within, she needed this.

*

On the couch, Bria slipped her fingers through Matt’s hair and moved her hips against his mouth as his lips encircled her clit. His tongue traced circles and letters on her pulsing bud, and his lips sucked on her clit. He was giving her clit a blowjob. Her hips squirmed, and the heat deep in her belly spread in every direction through her body. She felt it up to her temples and down to her toes.

“Matt...” she gasped again, as she moved against his mouth. His tongue left her clit, pressed into and penetrated her and made her shudder. While he twirled and thrust his tongue inside her, her juices glistened on his chin. His hunger for her was clear and voracious, and it made her feel hotter than ever.

“Please, Matt ...” she gasped, but he answered, “Not yet.” He continued his hungry assault with his mouth, turning her inside out with his tongue fucking her and his thumb grazing her burning clit. When his fingers roamed up her body and plucked her nipple at the same time his lips surrounded her clit and sucked, her body bucked rigidly, fucking his mouth.

“That’s it, Bria,” Matt said, fire in his eyes. “Fuck my mouth.”

Bria was wanton now, unglued and overwhelmed with deep need. Her hips thrust to meet his mouth, and her hand held the back of his head so she could fuck his tongue. He thrust it into her, and she bucked to meet it. The searing sensations swam throughout her body, deep beneath her skin.  She both ached for Matt’s cock stretching and filling her and didn’t want him to stop what he was doing to her with his mouth.

“I need it, Matt,” she heard herself spit out.

His tongue lunged into her and she bucked again, before he looked up and answered, “Need what?”

“You, Matt,” Bria panted. “Inside me.”

“I need you, too” Matt answered, but yet again his tongue thrust before stroking her pussy. She felt she might go insane if he didn’t fuck her. Right. Fucking. Now.

And just when she thought she would lose it, Matt stood.

*

A moan echoed through the villa as Paul thrust inside Lucy, pinning her to the bed and impaling her with searing heat. Her entire body rippled when he thrust, and her chest exploded in a guttural moan.

“Paul!” she gasped.

He thrust again, and again her body shuddered and fluttered with heat. Lucy instinctively spread her knees wider and pressed her chest lower.  Paul’s big cock slowly withdrew, and sweet friction flooded her body as her pussy lips squeezed tight around him. He stretched and penetrated her in a way that simply filled her. Entirely. A sensation of complete fullness.

Paul’s hips and cock began thrusting in a steady rhythm that stroked Lucy’s insides with a friction that rhythmically flooded her entire body. Heat ebbed and flowed with each withdrawal and thrust. There was nowhere in the world and nothing in the world but his cock claiming her pussy.

*

When Matt stood, and Lucy’s moan echoed simultaneously through the villa, Bria leaned forward and immediately surrounded Matt’s cock with her mouth. It was a hunger that needed sating. She sucked several quick times, bathing his dick and cleaning off the fluid that had leaked over him as he feasted upon her.

She immediately rolled to her knees, leaning over the back of the couch, and offered herself to him. Not quite begging, but, yes, begging.

“Matt ...” she gasped, looking over her shoulder.

He leaned and kissed her hard, and their tongues tasted and blended one another’s sex. Matt’s dick brushed Bria’s thighs as they kissed, and she angled and maneuvered herself back against him.

“Now?” Matt asked.

“Please,” she answered, and he held his cock in his hand, pressing it to her. She rocked back, trying to take him in, but his cock evaded her for a moment longer.

“You need it?” he asked after breaking a kiss, and then kissed her again.

“You know I do,” she spat, breaking the kiss.

He kissed her yet again, “What do you need?” he demanded.

“Your cock,” she said, almost angry. “Fucking me.”

With that, Matt thrust forward, and Bria felt for a moment she’d be driven over the couch. And then she melted against it as he filled her. The sensations rushed through her body as he stretched and filled her. They both held entirely still for a beat. 

“I need it,” he said, thrusting, “too.”

“What?” Bria panted, as she met his thrust.

“You,” he answered, and his hips commenced a persistent, steady, ravenous assault.

*

Upstairs, Paul had turned Lucy over, and her ankles were locked around him as they kissed and fucked. With each thrust, his hips smacked against her thighs as she wrapped herself around him. With each thrust, she moaned deeper. With each thrust, Lucy was further lost in this world of pure pleasure.

Suddenly, he was thrusting faster. The edges of the room darkened. She closed her eyes and absorbed his heat as he expertly drove her to — and held her along the edge — until she could barely stand it.

*

Downstairs, Matt thrust, and Bria bucked. Their bodies slapped together. Their skin glistened and glowed in the light of the fire. Lost in a primal, needful connection. Pushing and thrusting and merging and grinding. Kissing and gasping and moaning and surging. Joined so hungrily and intimately together.

Matt pulled out, took Bria’s hand, lay back on the rug, and pulled Bria atop him. She sunk immediately over and around him, arched her back and thrust against him. Matt’s strong hands gripped her ass, and he pulled her against him as she ground down, her clit brushing against Matt’s abdomen. Each thrust. More full. Deeper friction. 

When Bria leaned over him, rocking and grinding on his dick, Matt’s lips found her dangling breast and drew in her nipple. It was all too much. She had been on the edge too long. She bucked against him, her clit dragging against his abdomen and sending flames through her soul.

*

“Paul!” Lucy exclaimed upstairs when he impaled her with a deep thrust.

“Paul!” she shouted again, with another deep thrust. 

The edge was gone. She was sailing over it. He thrust deep, and the orgasm began to flood her belly.

He slowly withdrew, with such delicate friction from her pussy stretched tight around him. When he thrust forward again, she was over. That was it. She was gone. All. The Way. Gone. Her pussy began to contract and milk him. And she felt him twitch, grunt, and erupt. As his flood rushed inside her, her body exploded in a series of orgasms. She tried to hold onto him as he emptied himself inside her. She shuddered. Repeatedly. Gasping, moaning, grunting, and writhing against his strong body. Seconds, minutes, she was not sure. She rode a wave that crested and crushed repeatedly as it worked her way through her body and mind.

*

Matt pulled Bria down over him as his hips thrust upward, and all she could feel was burning heat. With him all the way inside her, she rocked in the slightest motions, dragging her clit against him while her nipple burned in his mouth.

“Matt ...” she gasped through pursed lips as her eyes wrinkled shut and her body began to shiver.

And just as she shivered, Matt released his grip on her ass and pulled his hips back. The room stood still. One more thrust would do it. They both knew it. They wanted to hold onto this moment. Make it last forever. Stuck right on that glorious precipice. Poised to explode and overcome with sensation.

Matt’s hips thundered upward one last time, and Bria slammed down over him. And that was it. Bria’s moan filled the room. She saw stars. She began literally shaking around and upon him. Gasps and moans flooded the room as she shuddered and tensed. As she released and relaxed.

Bria’s gripping pussy stroked Matt’s penis and sperm erupted repeatedly in the center of her core. She bucked. Gasped. Rocked. Ground her clit. And she shook. Oh, how she shook. She shuddered. Her lips found his, and they kissed hard as their orgasms peaked and they floated back down to the ground together.

*

Upstairs, Paul and Lucy collapsed, wrapped around one another, softly breathing.

*

Downstairs, Matt’s fingers slipped through Bria’s hair as she lay atop him, his spent penis inside her, and she stroked Matt’s cheek.

Upstairs. Downstairs. Amazing. And so many adventures lay ahead. But this moment could linger for a long, long, wonderfully amazing time. It was damned near perfect.