On a Cold Evening

Part Seven

Greg and Flora took a quick shower after their kinetic session. He seemed to be fascinated with her body as he washed her, letting his hands roam sensually over her tiny breasts. He stared into her eyes as his hands traveled lower, washing while teasing at the same time.

"Greg, let's just bathe and get out of here" Flora said, laughing nervously as his member began to swell with hunger. He wiggled his brows at her, smiling broadly when she hit his chest playfully. As much as the idea of him plundering the depths of her pussy excited her, she feared the sudden intensity of his thrusts. If he continued at this rate, she may need to adjust to a new walking step.

She rushed to dry off, and Greg followed. He kissed her suddenly, wrapping his hands around her waist as his dick nested between her nether lips.

"Greg, not so soon" Flora said, and dashed out of the bathroom, leaving her man staring after her in surprise. Flora dressed in one of Greg's over-sized Tees and made her way to the balcony. It was dark, but the cool breeze gave her some solace. She bit her lip gently as flashes of Gregs passionate thrusts assaulted her memory and flooded her pussy with moisture. He had dominated her body, and now he sought to steal control of her mind.

They had fucked a million times before, but this felt like an added spice in a pot if soup. His touches were firmer, his kisses more intense, and his thrust like the thunder on a stormy night. Her cunt clenched in remembrance.

Just in time, Greg grabbed her from behind, rubbing gently against her as he kissed her neck. She bent to give him access and he responded with a peck against her temple.

"Wine?" He asked, already filling two glasses. He knew she hated sour wine, so she knew it was definitely sweetend. She nodded and grabbed a glass, chuckling nervously when he sat with his legs spread wide. He was clad in a short, but she knew the monster beneath and how viscious it could be at the slightest touch.

Greg was a hunk of a man, but at that moment, he looked sexier than she had ever seen him. His rock hard abs glistened in the night light. This was like a ritual for them. After sex, they would chat over a glass of wine and smoke in the balcony without lights incase things got heated, and by the glint in his eyes, she knew that the heat was near. Her pussy would definitely take another beating before the end of the night.

She took the seat opposite him and sat cross-legged, watching him as he lit the blunt. He dragged a couple of puffs and passed it to her. Flora sighed as she took her first drag, letting the potent drug cool her nerves. With each drag, she relaxed even further. Before long, they were talking about anything, and everything, laughing loudly as the marijuana swept out their anxiety, stress and thoughts.

Flora could swear there was something extra in it as she felt wetness pool at her core. She parted her thighs, groaning slightly when fresh air swept across her cunt. She watched as Greg gently snuffed out the red-orange glow and pulled her seat forward. He gently pulled the glass out of her hand and placed a kiss aganist her lips. "I want to kiss you everywhere," he whispered as he nipped at her bottom lip, pulling gently with his teeth before suckling it gently. He moved his attention to her eyes, kissing the thin skin of her eyelids, then moved to her ears, breathing gently before licking gently.

Flora's body already quaked with need, the weed heightening her senses, making each touch burn like fire. "I want to kiss you here too," he said, cupping her cunt as she gently grind against his hand.

"Please," She whispered, unsure if she was begging for the kiss, or warning him ahead to take it easy on her already brutalized pussy.

His kisses travelled lower and before long, his head was buried between her thighs, as he slurped, licked and suckled on her bundle of nerves. He pulled her to the edge of the seat and continued to devour her cunt like a hungry man. Flora felt her eyes roll into the back of her head as she moaned, her legs twitching on his shoulder as he continued to eat her out.

"YES! Yes, just like that!" She cried as she buried her nails in his hair and pushed his head deeper. She wanted him to suck on her clit until she saw stars. Unlike many men, her Greg didn't have issues with finding her clit as he suddenly turned an enthusiastic disc jockey. She writhed and grind her crotch against his lips, but before she could free herself from his assault, his fingers joined. He put two fingers in, and curved them forward as he robbed on her g-spot. He moved his fingers in and out as he licked her pussy, evoking a loud moan in response.

Flora moaned even louder as he fingered her, her legs thrown in the air with reckless abandon, crying and begging for it to stop and continue at the same time. The assault on her senses too much to bear. Greg came up and kissed her, and she moaned as the taste of her juices flooded her mouth.

Greg slowly peeled his shirt from her body as he deepened the kiss, groaning appreciatively as his fingers explored her depths again, completely coated in her wetness. She pulled his shorts down, and gasped as she touched his dick as they kissed, stroking up and down the hard member. He soon pulled away and they both held their breaths as he directed the blunt head of his penis to her entrance.

Flora let out a short gasp as he slowly stretched her sore folds, but the painful pleasure was exactly what she needed. He slowly withdrew and gently pushed back into her, and she let out another mew of pleasure. Soon, the beast in Greg pushed foward and he hung Flora's legs on his shoulder as he picked his tempo. He began to thrust even deeper and harder, pounding into her till she could swear that he left an imprint in her stomach.

Flora dug her fingers into his buttocks, urging him on as he grunted and pounded into her. She moaned as he grind his waist, letting his member graze her g-spot in that angle. Her legs began to ache, so she removed one from his shoulder and turned to the side so that her legs where hooked to the side of his waist. He continued to fuck her, her pussy welcoming each thrust with slippery moisture.

The steady clap-clap sounding annpouncing their activity to the whole neighborhood, but the couple didn't have a care in the world. Only that point where they were joined mattered. Flora wrapped her hands around his neck, pushing her tongue into his mouth as he continued to plunder her cunt with aggression.

Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks as she sniffled, her cunt bombarded by unending pleasure.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips and the words seemed to unlock something inside him as he pumpoed even faster, stealing the very breath from her lungs, and with one loud cry, he came inside her.

"I love you to0, princess," he replied, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead with his dick still buried inside her as he softened.