Text Me by K. J. Reed

off his shoes while she straddled his thighs
and undid his fly. Then with some undignified wiggling and maneuvering, she
managed to scrape his jeans and socks down his legs to fall with his shoes on
the floor.
    “Commando. I like it. Easy access.” She laughed and ran a
hand down his hip. His cock, lying against his stomach, jumped at her touch.
    “Someone’s anxious for attention.” Ariel bent down and used
the tip of her tongue to lick the slit of its head. He was salty and male and
delicious. She used one hand to fist around the base and took him in her mouth.
The flat of her tongue rubbed the thick vein along the underside of his shaft.
She let her teeth graze on the way up.
    He hissed in a breath and his fingers tangled in her hair.
    She loved it. Loved that she could evoke the same level of
reaction from him as he did from her. Fired up, she cupped his balls in one
hand and squeezed lightly. She let her fingernails rake the skin while her
mouth took his cock again. She sucked and pulled at the same time and his grip
tightened against her skull.
    “Fuck, enough. You’re killing me.” He sat up, gripped under
her arms and pulled until she was straddling him, his cock pulsing heat against
her core.
    She balanced on her knees and reached into the nightstand
drawer. A quick check reassured her the condom was still good and she tore the
packet open. With extreme care, she positioned the protection and rolled it
down slowly. She looked up and saw Donovan’s eyes locked on her hands.
    “There,” she said. “All suited up and ready to play.” She
leaned over his body and gave him a kiss.
    “Well then, put me in, Coach.”
    He nudged her with his knee and she lifted up enough to
wriggle her hips until she felt the head of his penis push in. She let her hips
fall, sank down to the hilt and paused for a moment to savor the fullness.
    Donovan thrust his hips up and she took her cue to move. The
slow glide up felt good and she almost didn’t stop, but his hands caught her
hips before his cock slipped out completely.
    “Lean back. Put your weight on your hands and arch back,” he
commanded.
    Ariel didn’t think twice before obeying. She settled her
hands on the outside of his knees and arched her spine. Her breasts lifted
toward the ceiling and she let her head fall back. The position sent him deep
inside her but limited her motion. She rocked forward on her knees as far as
she could go and his cock pushed in even farther.
    He used his hands on her hips to guide the rhythm. A slow
burn started low in her belly and she tried to grind down harder, faster. His
thumb stroked around where their bodies joined then slid up. He rubbed circles
around her clit, teasing her with contact. Release was there, just out of
reach.
    “Donovan, please…” She panted the words.
    He chuckled. “Please what?”
    “Just…please!”
    His thumb picked up the pace and pushed down hard. The added
pressure and speed was enough to send her over. Her head fell back and her
fingers clawed the bedspread. She thrust her hips forward and clenched her
knees tight to his body. Against her thighs she felt his muscles tense and
bunch. He grabbed her hips and held her down as he pulsed inside her.
    Ariel let the waves of pleasure roll through her body until
her limbs were limp. She shifted and fell to the side, facing Donovan. One
heavy arm came around and pulled her to his chest. She breathed in their sweat,
his cologne, and let the scent imprint a memory. They may not have forever, but
they had something special for a short time.
    * * * * *
    The lack of warmth woke Ariel up. Without opening her eyes,
she shifted her hand over the bed but didn’t find Donovan. She sat up and
pulled the covers over her breasts, holding the sheet by her sides with her
arms. Her eyes adjusted to the room and she saw him, fully dressed, sitting on
the edge of the bed facing the window. He sat bent over, elbows braced on his
knees, head in his hands,