Bounce

July 26th, 2008

"I miss bouncing," I said, pouting on top of him. At least I was on top of him.

"Me too."

I started bouncing anyway. I ignored the whimpering of my pussy bladder and took fully advantage of the hotel bed. I pressed my feet into the mattress and popped myself up just a little. I let myself fall back down the length of his shaft and pound into his body. I felt him slam inside me so vividly. I felt the untempered giddiness of bouncing as when I was young paired with the reckless joy of rough sex.

I put my hand on his chest to stabilize myself and feel his skin, and I looked down at him. I bounced harder and harder, our skin slapping loud in the hotel room, until I was screaming. I rode him hard until it hurt too much to ignore.