Page 67 of Goose

He tossed my panties onto the floor. Then my dress. My bra. Eager with anticipation, I hooked my heels on the edges of the countertop.

He wedged his hips between my thighs. With his hands on either side of me, his chest hovered over mine.

“I want to feel you against me,” he said. “On my skin. Nothing between us”

I swallowed the ball of anticipation that was quickly rising in my throat. “Me, too.”

With our eyes locked, he entered me with care. He lowered his chest to mine.

It could have been the excitement of fucking in the kitchen. Me becoming accustomed to his size. My eager mental and physical states. Heck, all those things could have contributed.

It was different.

Velvety smooth.

His entire length slid in and out without sending splinters of pain shooting through me. Each careful stroke brought a rush of euphoria with it. One after the other, they continued, like the waves that washed ashore along the beach.

Our eyes met. He pressed his mouth to mine.

He kissed me passionately. I sank my fingertips into the taut muscles in his back. The waves that rushed through me grew larger. Rhythmically pounding ashore against the surface of my soul, each took me closer to the edge of the cliff of ecstasy where I’d been teetering.

For an immeasurable length of time, we kissed, our bodies grinding against one another the entire while.

His pace remained predictable. One. Two. Three.

One. Two Three.

My body tensed. It was coming, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

He pulled his mouth from mine, but only for an instant. “Ready?”

He must have sensed it. Further proof that we were connected by much more than our naked flesh.

I nodded. “Uh huh.”

One. Two. Three.

One. Two. Three.

One. Two.

A tsunami came crashing ashore, stripping me of my ability to resist. I relaxed and allowed it to wash through me.

He pressed his mouth to mine.

While we were locked in another passionate kiss, my muscles tensed and released repeatedly. He sank his teeth into my lower lip. His girth swelled, causing me to shudder and shake.

The orgasm came rushing through me, etching its way into my memory bank as it shook every muscle in my body. At the height of my climax, he arched his back and let out a groan from deep within his soul.

When he erupted inside me, he filled me with hope.

Although his orgasm ended, mine continued, decreasing in strength as time passed. When it ended, I was staring mindlessly at the ceiling.

He withdrew himself and rolled onto his side, beside me. “Holy. Shit. I thought my head was going to explode.”

I wanted to comment, but I couldn’t assemble a meaningful sentence. It often happened when I was filled with emotion. Upon coming to my senses, I tilted my head to the side. “I think I went blank there for a minute.”

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling. “Your mind?”