Crash
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He pulled me against him and I sighed with the thrill of having our naked bodies touching. I reached down and stroked the bulge in his pants as we kissed. I unzipped his pants and gripped his length, still trapped in his boxers. The head of his cock was damp and it had seeped through the fabric. I slipped my hand between the boxers and his skin, curling my fingers around his hard rod.
Then suddenly, he flipped me around and tore my jeans and panties down to my knees and forced me on all fours. I heard a quick, plastic sound and suddenly his hardness slipped up and down my wetness, massaging my clit.
“Yes, Will!”
He lunged forward, his thickness spearing me open, ramming deep inside and setting off every pleasurable nerve that existed. The pain at being swiftly penetrated was punctuated by a rush of pleasure that made me moan and buck my hips against him. Suddenly, I yelped in pain. William slapped my ass hard, the imprint of his hand burning against my cheek.
No one had ever taken me like this. It felt so good. I fell against the wall and used my hands to brace Will’s hard thrusts, groaning when his hips slapped against my ass, his cock buried as deep as he could go.
And his hands were anchored on my hips, holding me against him so that he could pull backwards hard when he hammered forward, intensifying that amazing feeling driving me high, turning me into a madwoman who shrieked and groaned, succumbing completely to desire. He had the stamina of a bull, and even though I felt his hands slipping with sweat, he drilled me nonstop. The force of his thrusts never let up, all of his crazed energy was focused into fucking me as hard as possible.
Finally, when I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, he wrenched me backwards and spun me around so that I was straddling his waist. His black hair stuck to the back of his neck and his face was rosy with color. He gripped my hair and forced my head forward, plunging his tongue down my mouth as I tried to kiss him.
William was in complete control. He lifted my waist and set me down over his lap. I grabbed his cock and sighed as I sank down, feeling my walls expand as he filled me up.
“Up and down,” he said, breathing deeply.
I grabbed his shoulders and lifted my hips rhythmically, my thighs slapping his flesh as I sank down quickly. My nipples brushed his lips as I bounced up and plummeted down; he gathered them in his mouth, moaning as he felt me squeeze him with my powerful walls.
“Jesus, Natalie.”
He took my hips and began to thrust upwards, impatient with my slow rhythm. I held his face against my breasts and moved up and down, grinding hard when I felt him impale me. Will kissed me as we joined our bodies over and over. Then he fell forward and I fell on my back with my legs still wrapped around him. I groaned as he dug into me, wrapping my legs tighter around his ass.
The smell of sticky, warm sex engulfed my senses. William’s damp body hovered over mine and then lowered, sending a swift feeling up my body. I was crying out his name as he plowed into me. Our foreheads touched and his hot breath billowed over my face, his groans like music to my ears, the sound of his damp flesh smacking against my wet core, and the feeling of him thrusting inside me—all of it combined into an epic, shuddering orgasm.
I clutched Will’s damp back for dear life as he released a huge groan and hammered forward. My contractions clenched around him and the wave slowly rolled up my body, making my stomach shudder. Will pulsed in and out a few more times and then he rolled off me.
His face was completely smooth; I never saw him so exhausted. His arm slid under my back and pulled me against him. My head lay over his shoulder and I listened to his deep breaths, his chest rising and falling like the ocean.
“Natalie, that was—”
“—Amazing.”
Frankly, it was the best sex I ever had. I never knew it could be so exciting and good. It was like winning the lottery. How many times had I laid under Ben, bored as he pumped for a few minutes then collapsed to the side, without a thought of my pleasure? What was I thinking? My body ached from being pounded so hard, but I felt myself twitch in anticipation of going again.
I kissed his neck. “When can we go again?”
His chest shook with laughter. “Might be a little bit.”
And my heart fluttered as he gathered me in his arms and kissed me.
‘A little bit’ turned out to be fifteen minutes of foreplay and fondling, then William took me again—almost as roughly as he had the first time, and at last we collapsed in each other’s arms and resigned ourselves to sleep. Sometime during the night I heard a hop and then a small, warm lump settled behind my legs.
Screaming. I jerked awake, naked and confused. It was still dark and I couldn’t see anything. Tom’s nails raked me as he sped from the bed, startled by the noise. A dark shape thrashed beside me—Will—in the throes of another nightmare. I groped for the switch on the lamp and it flared on.
“Will, wake up!”
I ripped the covers off him and finally he seemed to shudder awake, tears streaming down his face. He wiped them away and sat up, avoiding my eyes. He turned away from me and sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders shaking.
Is he crying? I rejoined him in the bed as a low moan shook from his throat. I curled up behind him, watched him bury his face in hands, and did not know what to do.
I touched his back and he flinched horribly. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“It was so vivid,” he choked. “I was reliving it again.”
Reliving the car accident? I tried to ignore the horror rising up my throat. “Maybe you should tell me what happened.”
He lifted his head and turned around, his eyes bloodshot. “You don’t want to hear about it. Believe me.”
“I can handle it,” I said in a firm voice.
Will’s black eyes hardened, still glistening with tears. They were reflective, like a dark mirror. “Maybe I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Of course you don’t want to talk about it, but I deserve to know. If this is going to go anywhere, I need to know.” I grabbed his wrist when his eyes unfocused, staring into some point beyond my shoulder. “Either you tell me or I’ll leave and you’ll never hear from me again. I mean it, Will.”
His arm slipped out of my grasp. “Then go.”
I wasn’t prepared for the chill in his voice, the dead eyes, closing in front of me like shutters on windows. I dove off the bed and picked up my clothes, pulling them on. He was going to be like that? Fine.
“Natalie.” Will’s voice cracked.
I stopped dressing to look at him seriously. “Will, you can’t keep something like this to yourself. I can let a lot of stuff slide, but this isn’t one of those things.”
Then suddenly, he flipped me around and tore my jeans and panties down to my knees and forced me on all fours. I heard a quick, plastic sound and suddenly his hardness slipped up and down my wetness, massaging my clit.
“Yes, Will!”
He lunged forward, his thickness spearing me open, ramming deep inside and setting off every pleasurable nerve that existed. The pain at being swiftly penetrated was punctuated by a rush of pleasure that made me moan and buck my hips against him. Suddenly, I yelped in pain. William slapped my ass hard, the imprint of his hand burning against my cheek.
No one had ever taken me like this. It felt so good. I fell against the wall and used my hands to brace Will’s hard thrusts, groaning when his hips slapped against my ass, his cock buried as deep as he could go.
And his hands were anchored on my hips, holding me against him so that he could pull backwards hard when he hammered forward, intensifying that amazing feeling driving me high, turning me into a madwoman who shrieked and groaned, succumbing completely to desire. He had the stamina of a bull, and even though I felt his hands slipping with sweat, he drilled me nonstop. The force of his thrusts never let up, all of his crazed energy was focused into fucking me as hard as possible.
Finally, when I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, he wrenched me backwards and spun me around so that I was straddling his waist. His black hair stuck to the back of his neck and his face was rosy with color. He gripped my hair and forced my head forward, plunging his tongue down my mouth as I tried to kiss him.
William was in complete control. He lifted my waist and set me down over his lap. I grabbed his cock and sighed as I sank down, feeling my walls expand as he filled me up.
“Up and down,” he said, breathing deeply.
I grabbed his shoulders and lifted my hips rhythmically, my thighs slapping his flesh as I sank down quickly. My nipples brushed his lips as I bounced up and plummeted down; he gathered them in his mouth, moaning as he felt me squeeze him with my powerful walls.
“Jesus, Natalie.”
He took my hips and began to thrust upwards, impatient with my slow rhythm. I held his face against my breasts and moved up and down, grinding hard when I felt him impale me. Will kissed me as we joined our bodies over and over. Then he fell forward and I fell on my back with my legs still wrapped around him. I groaned as he dug into me, wrapping my legs tighter around his ass.
The smell of sticky, warm sex engulfed my senses. William’s damp body hovered over mine and then lowered, sending a swift feeling up my body. I was crying out his name as he plowed into me. Our foreheads touched and his hot breath billowed over my face, his groans like music to my ears, the sound of his damp flesh smacking against my wet core, and the feeling of him thrusting inside me—all of it combined into an epic, shuddering orgasm.
I clutched Will’s damp back for dear life as he released a huge groan and hammered forward. My contractions clenched around him and the wave slowly rolled up my body, making my stomach shudder. Will pulsed in and out a few more times and then he rolled off me.
His face was completely smooth; I never saw him so exhausted. His arm slid under my back and pulled me against him. My head lay over his shoulder and I listened to his deep breaths, his chest rising and falling like the ocean.
“Natalie, that was—”
“—Amazing.”
Frankly, it was the best sex I ever had. I never knew it could be so exciting and good. It was like winning the lottery. How many times had I laid under Ben, bored as he pumped for a few minutes then collapsed to the side, without a thought of my pleasure? What was I thinking? My body ached from being pounded so hard, but I felt myself twitch in anticipation of going again.
I kissed his neck. “When can we go again?”
His chest shook with laughter. “Might be a little bit.”
And my heart fluttered as he gathered me in his arms and kissed me.
‘A little bit’ turned out to be fifteen minutes of foreplay and fondling, then William took me again—almost as roughly as he had the first time, and at last we collapsed in each other’s arms and resigned ourselves to sleep. Sometime during the night I heard a hop and then a small, warm lump settled behind my legs.
Screaming. I jerked awake, naked and confused. It was still dark and I couldn’t see anything. Tom’s nails raked me as he sped from the bed, startled by the noise. A dark shape thrashed beside me—Will—in the throes of another nightmare. I groped for the switch on the lamp and it flared on.
“Will, wake up!”
I ripped the covers off him and finally he seemed to shudder awake, tears streaming down his face. He wiped them away and sat up, avoiding my eyes. He turned away from me and sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders shaking.
Is he crying? I rejoined him in the bed as a low moan shook from his throat. I curled up behind him, watched him bury his face in hands, and did not know what to do.
I touched his back and he flinched horribly. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“It was so vivid,” he choked. “I was reliving it again.”
Reliving the car accident? I tried to ignore the horror rising up my throat. “Maybe you should tell me what happened.”
He lifted his head and turned around, his eyes bloodshot. “You don’t want to hear about it. Believe me.”
“I can handle it,” I said in a firm voice.
Will’s black eyes hardened, still glistening with tears. They were reflective, like a dark mirror. “Maybe I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Of course you don’t want to talk about it, but I deserve to know. If this is going to go anywhere, I need to know.” I grabbed his wrist when his eyes unfocused, staring into some point beyond my shoulder. “Either you tell me or I’ll leave and you’ll never hear from me again. I mean it, Will.”
His arm slipped out of my grasp. “Then go.”
I wasn’t prepared for the chill in his voice, the dead eyes, closing in front of me like shutters on windows. I dove off the bed and picked up my clothes, pulling them on. He was going to be like that? Fine.
“Natalie.” Will’s voice cracked.
I stopped dressing to look at him seriously. “Will, you can’t keep something like this to yourself. I can let a lot of stuff slide, but this isn’t one of those things.”
