Heat

Copyright © 2007 by Crystal Barela.

Open windows and oscillating fans had not stopped summer from taking residence in our Upper East Side apartment. Humidity draped over us like a wet blanket.

"The super said a week?" I asked again. The air conditioner had been dead the last two nights, making our weekend more than uncomfortable.

Knees spread wide; I sat on the kitchen floor in my panties with my back against the fridge. My fingers pulled the ribbed fabric of my white tank top repeatedly to create a slight, inefficient breeze between the shadows of my breasts.

"A part had to be ordered." Max turned his head to look at me. "Why don't you jump in the shower again?"

Like a cat, Max lie flat against the cool tile of the kitchen floor. His muscular chest and abdomen glistened with sweat. His legs were spread wide, boxers clinging to him in the creases of his legs and accentuating his impressive cock.

I rose onto my hands and knees and crawled over to him. The weight of my breasts created a wet suction sound as they swung toward him and I had to fight not to giggle. Max couldn't stop the twitch of his lips as his hand came to rest on the back of my neck.

"Give your sexy, sweaty, woman a reason to shower," I whispered. My words hovered in the air's humidity between our lips.

Our tongues met and moved in a slow dance. We tasted the salt that caught on lip and chin. My hand slid over his chest, the soft hair tickling my palm. My pussy began to pulse and wet with anticipation. I found his left nipple, circled it with a finger.

"No!" Max protested against my mouth. This was his sensitive nipple and I thrilled at teasing it.

"No?" I asked my eyes on his. Deliberately, I leaned over and set my tongue against the tight nubbin. I swirled a circle around the hard bit of flesh, my eyes never leaving his. He squirmed, but my hand skimmed his abdomen and my fingers tugged the trail of hair that led to his cock, causing the turgid flesh to twitch.

His erection was searching for my hand. Protests turned into groans as I rubbed him through the thin fabric and sucked his chest. Max's nipple was as hard as his dick in his boxers.

I crawled between his thighs and bent close to his underwear, letting my tongue wet the fabric.

We were salt and condensation, juices forming on every millimeter of skin, inside and outside of our bodies. I licked and rubbed until his cock was following my hand, ass rising off the floor.

I could stand it no longer; I wanted to taste skin.

I reached through the hole in the front of his boxers and found his dick. The massive hard-on flopped out of the opening sweaty and thick with need. I licked him from one end to the next, taking in as much as I could. Max groaned as his cock slipped into the dark wetness of my throat. I pumped my mouth, my lips stretched wide. I loved the salty taste. My hand joined my mouth, finding the rhythm he liked until I tasted the bittersweet pre-come.

With an order to be still, which he fought with his eyes, I pushed the crotch of my panties aside and knelt over his big boy. My juicy cunt lips kissed his knob before I aimed my hole and swallowed his length with a juicy slurp.

"You're so tight," Max whispered. He tried to move, but I held firm, wanting control. My walls clung to his dick, loving the hardness inside me; how he reached the other side of my womb. It almost hurt. I clenched my muscles and he cursed. My pussy slowly left his cock, and the scent of musky sex filled the kitchen.

I pumped slowly. Max's face was a picture of agony. He wanted to fuck me hard. I could see it in the strained lines of his features. I wondered how long he would last before he cracked.

I took off my tank top and flung it over my shoulder. I worked myself on him leisurely, one of my hands coming down to play with my clit. His eyes watched my fingers as they toyed with my folds. It was too hot to move faster. I was floating on his hardness. My nerve endings cried out to move, but the heat held me steady.

"Let me," Max insisted. He replaced my hand with his. His thumb circled and pushed the way he knew I liked it. My calves clenched and my toes curled as I used him as my personal dildo. I twisted my nipples. I sucked my fingers slick with my sticky wet. He swirled and flicked my heated clit until I couldn't sit upright, my insides melted and everything around me went white with pleasure.

I collapsed flat on top of him, pressing my breasts to his chest. My lips met his. Max gave me a per functionary kiss before he rolled me off of him. The hard tile was a cool slap of gratification to my breasts and stomach when I hit the floor. Max ripped the flimsy fabric of my panties from my body and his arm snaked around my waist and pulled me back against him. He shoved his dick in me without preamble or finesse. He fucked me on the kitchen floor like a dog; hard and fast. My hands found the wall, and Max grunted in satisfaction as I pushed back against him. I was so wet that his dick felt like it was in my stomach.

Max rubbed something slick along my ass crack. A can of Crisco rolled by my head and hit the wall. My giggle turned into a groan as he pushed the soft grease against my asshole, lubing me up as his dick continued to fuck my pussy. One hand grabbed my ponytail in his fist.

"Ready?" he asked. Not waiting for an answer Max left my cunt and forced his dick against my tight rosebud. I wiggled away, the pain always a protest before he forces through. I scream and the burn turns to pleasure while he pumps. Max yanks my hair, slamming into my receptive hole. Every pore of my skin seemed to burst with perspiration. Every hair on end is he rammed into me harder and harder.

Would we melt together? Become one? The heat was intense.

His free hand found my clit and tugged roughly. There was no gentleness and none wanted. Max worked a couple of fingers in my pussy. He mopped my clit with my wetness. His dick seemed to grow even larger. He was growling, cursing and calling me his whore. Max pulled out of my ass, and hot sprays of come flew across my back, over my shoulder blades and into my hair.
His hand found my clit. His seed and the kitchen oils tossed me over the edge again.

We collapsed on the floor. Max lay on my back his weight pressing me against the tile. He kissed my neck, nuzzled my sensitive skin.

I shivered, smiling. "Now, I need a shower," I whispered.

Max chuckled against my ear. "Me too."