[ Master bedroom]
The silk bedding made for comfort and peaceful sleep was contaminated by lust. Sheets were rustled by Bo and Jane's clinging bodies trying to merge into one as their makeout had diverted to the primal need of copulation. Her pale fingers scraped his spine in both pain and affection, and her legs trapped his pelvis to hers as the dry humping got more violent as they tried to fuck the clothes off each other.
"Bo~" she moaned his name, voice heavy with need. Her nails dug into his skin to emphasise her impatience.
Bo looked down at her with hazy eyes, his mouth sucking in the air to cool down his hot tongue and his nostrils inhaling her fragrance more than oxygen and his skin was hypersensitive as the clothes on his skin were making him uncomfortable.
"Fuck–Jane." He groaned as his hand trailed down her jawline to the arch of her neck, down to her full breast that barely fit in her big hands. He squeezed her left boob softly earning a soft moan from the goth who watched him with vulnerability in her eyes.
"Do you trust me?" He asked in a ragged voice.
"Yes." She whispered in a shaky voice.
Encouraged by her consent he crashed his lips to hers, his tongue tangled with hers like wires trying to spark up their sexual needs
"Mhmmm~" she moaned into his mouth, the tip of her tongue, grazing the top of his mouth, tingling the nerves as he crunched the silk in his hands. His left hand moved to her flat stomach, soothing the area, resulting in her jolting in surprise and his right hand massaged her breast in greedy touches trying to imprint his hand on her baby feeders.
His left hand reached her belt, working on removing the accessory, restricting him from entering her garden.
" Annoying fucking chrome belt." He complained that the minor task was more challenging than he expected for a single hand.
"Do you need help?"
"I almost got it!" He interrupted as his pride wouldn't allow him to let her assist him."Focus on my other hand."
"You're right. It is barely holding my left boob." She teased as she used her hands to help him stimulate her chest.
"I got it!" He joyfully called as he peeled the belt off her, released the button fly of her pants and shrugged them off her meaty white thighs. Left in only an alluring thong and a crop top.
"Sh-shit!" He cursed as he couldn't move his eyes from her sinful body made to ruin men in ways that only the scriptures could express." Do you want foreplay...or straight fucking?" He questioned her as he peeled off his clothes starting from his top. He kneeled over her as his physique, sculpted from constant labour and gym workouts, was the perfect balance of lumberjack bulk and athletic conditioning.
"Foreplay is for lovemaking. Come fuck me!" She demanded as her black pupils stared into her soul.
"Fine." He reached out and tore her panties off without caring about the material hurting her skin.
"Ahhhh–" she gasped at the pain as her thumping heart echoed in her eyes.
He moved to the top, ripping it off from the cleavage area like a wrestler doing their intro. Seeing her covering her exposed chest, the blush red on her cheekbones as she looked at him with shock and arousal. Unable to hold onto his sanity, he pounced on her, turning her fours and removing his boxers, freeing his member to the world. Her eyes widen at its thick appearance and bulbous head resembling a mushroom head. He rubbed his member along her walls, getting her more aroused.
"Bo, stop teasing." She pleaded as her lip bit down on her lower lip in frustration.
"Sorry, Baby Bat, but that ass is way too tempting. He replied, his fingers sinking to her rear, shaking it in a motion of a video vixen."No more teasing. "
Aligning his head to her entrance, he pushed in slowly, letting her get used to it inch by inch.
Her fingers clenched the sheets, sweat in her palm, ruining the material."Bo~stop fucking me like an old man, go faster!" She urged.
"You asked for it." He warned as he sank fully into her, her moan vibrating through the walls as he started pistoning into her cavern, each stroke harder than the last. The skin contact was rough, and pleasing them simultaneously as he moved his hips without care, his hands gripping her hips were the only thing giving him control.
"Clap-clap...clap-clap." The sounds of their bodies meeting banged through the walls, uncaring of the people in audible range.
The two were completely consumed in each other as nothing else mattered, but their need for pleasure.