Private 02 - Private Paradise

his, the lush press of her tits, her nipples pebbled hard against his chest, the firm curves of her ass filling his hands as he held her there.
    Never releasing her mouth, he shifted, hooking his elbows under her knees. Another slight adjustment, and his cock was there, probing the entrance of her pussy as she whimpered and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
    His breath stuck in his chest at the feel of her, so hot and tight. He looked down and in the candlelight, he could see the head of his cock disappearing inside of her, the way her body stretched to accommodate his size.
    He meant to go slow, take his time, take it easy on her. But one thrust had him buried so deep he could feel the press of her ass against his balls as she moaned and squirmed against him. He forced himself to hold still, taking her mouth in slow, deep kisses as he held himself inside her, thrusting slow and deep with his tongue the way he was dying to with his cock.
    Soon Carla was arching her head back, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to ride the cock pinning her so firmly to the wall. “Sam, please. I need you to fuck me.”
    “ Not as bad as I need to fuck you,” Sam gasped. Gripping her hips, he rocked in, out, groaning at the weight of her body helped him go even deeper than he had before, until every millimeter of his cock was in the snug grip of her pussy. “So hot, tight,” he murmured mindlessly. “Nothing has ever felt this good. No one will ever make me feel as good as you.”
    “ Sam, Sam,” she chanted, and he swung his hips in rhythm with her cries, struggling to hold back. He'd always known it would be good with Carla, but he'd never been in a pussy so wet, so tight, so slick around him as he drove inside. Even better, unbelievably, than the first time.
    It was like he couldn't get close enough, get deep enough inside of her. And she was right there with him, clawing his shoulders, crying his name, begging him for deeper, harder, faster, more.
    He gave it to her, relentless as he pounded into her. Suddenly she stiffened and gave a high, frantic cry, and Sam knew she was close. He gave one last hard thrust, rotating his hips at the end, twisting his cock high inside as he ground against her pubic bone from the front.
    Her pussy contracted around him, squeezing, milking him to his own pleasure. His balls pulled tight and he was just about to let go when he realized in a flash why this all felt so fucking good, so much better than anything ever had before.
    No condom.
    He lifted her off him, barely managed to pull free as the first pulse hit him. He shot all over her stomach, struggling to stand on legs that shook with the force of his orgasm. When it was over, he loosened his hold on her hips, let her slide down his body as he leaned in the wall for support.
    “ Jesus,” he said into her hair as the now cool shower spray washed over them. “I'm sorry about that.”
    “ Sorry? What the hell for?” Carla asked. “Believe me, there was nothing about that to be sorry for.”
    “ I forgot the condom,” Sam said.
    “ Oh,” Carla said. “I guess I didn't notice.”
    “ Well one of us should have,” Sam said a little indignant. He pulled away, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.
    He grabbed a towel, patted himself dry and wrapped it around his waist. How often, he wondered with a burst of something that felt an awful lot like jealousy, had Carla trusted another man with that kind of intimacy. In that minute he wanted names and addresses. He wanted to hunt down every last one of them, wipe them away until he was positive he was the only man on earth who had ever felt the slick, tight, glory of Carla's pussy coming around his unsheathed cock.
    “ 'I'm sorry,” Carla said. She snatched up a towel and started drying herself in quick irritated strokes. “I've never forgotten one before. I guess I just got kind of...carried away.” She wrapped the towel around her, sarong style, and moved over to the marble vanity.
    Irrationally relieved, Sam walked behind where she was finger combing her hair in the mirror and dropped a kiss to her shoulder. “Me too. I've never forgotten a condom before in my life.”
    He watched in the mirror as Carla cocked an eyebrow. “Really? Never?”
    Sam shook his head. “I might have been careless about lots of things, but I enjoy sex way too much to risk fucking up my junk,” he said, satisfied when Carla couldn't hold back her laughter. “Or worse, run