The Quickie

The Quickie

Samson’s back hit the wall with a thud. The sharpness of the exposed brick dug through his shirt.

Amelia slammed the front door closed and flung herself back to his chest, ripping the rest of his buttons open and revealing Samson’s pecs.

“Yes,” she moaned, her eyes dilating as Samson threw his wrecked shirt to the ground.

Her mouth crashed to his, and his hand flew to the back of her head, grabbing her hair with one hand while the other held her ass in a tight vice.

Her panting quickened as he pulled her head back. His teeth grazed her neck while his tongue licked her from collarbone to ear.

Their tangled breath smelled like the whiskey they’d emptied to the bottom of the bottle tonight. The alcohol only fuelled their lust.

“How the hell do you get this dress off?” Samson laughed. Though Amelia’s dress was short and clung to her body, it was painted on like a second skin.

Amelia giggled and stepped back, quickly unzipping the dress by the hidden zip on the side.

Samson bit his lower lip as his eyes dragged from her naked breasts all the way down to her deep red thong. “God damn…”

The air between them sizzled once again. Amelia was the first to move. She rushed forward, mouth homing to Samson’s lips and hands flying down to his jeans, unbuttoning him and releasing him in no time at all.

Samson groaned as her petite hand circled around his erect member, pumping him in a firm, familiar grip.

His hands had a mind of their own. They were everywhere. Grabbing her breasts, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples again and again.

Bolts of pleasure zapped from the tips of Amelia’s nipples to her pussy, making Amelia pump Samson harder and faster as he swallowed her moans.

Their groans filtered through the empty house. Heavy breaths and panting were the only things they could hear over their thudding hearts.

Samson growled in pleasured agony when Amelia let go of his cock and pulled back from him.

Amelia grabbed the sides of Samson’s jeans and shoved them down, along with his underwear, and in a single breath, she dropped to her knees.

Amelia’s tongue flicked out and languidly stroked him from the bottom of his balls all the way up to swivel around the head of his cock, leaving a hot wet streak of saliva as she went.

“Fuucckkkkkkkk!” Samson groaned, both hands gripping Amelia’s hair.

Samson knew that Amelia loved the feel of his hands entangled in her hair; the taut pull and control she allowed him to have over her made him feel powerful and instantly made her wet.