Le Velo Pour Deux

Chapter 1: Un Autre Samedi Soir

The door slammed behind him as he pushed the girl onto the bed.  Fog began to fill the room, blinding the windows and heating their bodies.

Rubbing against one another combing themselves together with pleasure, he ripped off her skirt revealing her breasts.  She smiled at him, her eyes full with lust as he ripped off her bra filling his hands with her bare breasts. 

She leaned back onto the bed, pulling him with her, running her hands through his hair, moaning in pleasure. 

"Shhhh."  He whispered into her ear, she squealed wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer to him. 

As they began to breath harder he began to undo his belt, she sat up closer to him, and helped.  She unsheathed him in all his glory before slipping him inside her mouth. 

It became his turn, running his hands through her silky blonde hair, gently pushing himself deeper into her mouth. 

Through choked moans, she continued, her hands scoured his body as he took off his shirt throwing it to the floor. 

"Turn over."  He commanded her, stripping himself and pulling her pants down.  He laid her across the bed, on her stomach as she whimpered, wanting no needing him.  As he leaned over her form, preparing to enter she wrapped her arms around him, squirming as he teased her.  "Are you ready?"

Before he was even finished asking her, she had already answered a needy, "Yes,"  She couldn't wait anymore, dying for him to slip inside her. 

Pleasure and lust filled the two as their minds became blank obsolete nothings, with only one thing they knew for certain, this was heaven and they need more.

Thrusting into her she let out a sound so sweet he felt himself quiver.  Reaching down, he put his hand around her mouth and thrusting in again, muffling her sounds.  She pulled at the loose sheets in her hands as she kicked her legs behind him. 

They were experiencing something so sacred, that they did not deserve.  It made themselves warmer.  Their stomachs filled with heat that fueled them to continue, and to never stop. 

White filled their heads as the room disappeared around them, all their stress from the rest of the world disintegrated around them like sand. 

Feeling themselves melt into each other they continued as he dropped his hand from her mouth and they reached orgasm.  Their heavy breaths became the only sound as the rest of the world came back into focus. 

They were over top each other, and as he leant down one last time to kiss her, and as she kissed him back, she turned over and they embraced each other.  Mixing their naked selves together, they held the other, enjoying one another.  They were one.

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The sound of keys jingling in the front door awoke him from his deep sleep with her.  He had gotten used to memorizing the sound of it, yet it always shook him to his core, every time he heard it.  Gently moving her arms off him, he pulled back the covers and began to put his clothes back on. 

While pulling on his shirt he heard the door open and stop halfway, the hallway light flushed the room and he sighed closing his eyes.

"Hi, Dad."  He pulled the shirt back down his chest and he looked up to see his father before him.  Disappointed as always, he stood there for a second before slamming the door.  He had obviously seen her, there was no hiding it. 

He sat there on the side of the bed as he heard her shift next to him and turn over.  Half asleep and groggy, she asked, "What was that?"  Blinking into the dark, trying to adjust her eyes.