Catching Up

Rick

Harley flopped onto her back and gazed up at me as I knelt between her legs and sat back on my heels. She had a sexy little smile playing on her lips, and she closed her eyes to rest a forearm over them while she caught her breath.

I ran a hand up her leg and squeezed her thigh. “I would have lasted longer if you weren’t so fucking hot and I hadn’t been dreaming of this moment for, I don’t know, the last five years.”

She giggled, and her tits bounced. I liked that.

“Stop it,” she said, peering at me from under her arm. “You were amazing.”

I smiled and descended down upon her to steal a couple more kisses. “I guess your neighbors probably think you’re a floozy anyway. All that racket? Those sexy moans?” I kissed along the side of her neck and up to her ear.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she kissed me hard, holding my face in her hands. “I don’t actually give a damn what they think, Rick. I just wanted to spare myself the awkwardness of them seeing me have an orgasm outside