The new neighbor 6

The next morning, I was a wreck. I sat at my desk, pretending to work from home, but the events of the previous night played on a continuous, maddening loop in my head. As I walked through the living room, my eyes landed on a small, blue windbreaker slung over the back of a chair. One of Kristen’s kids had left it behind. It was the perfect excuse. My hands were already reaching for my phone.

Hey, looks like you guys forgot a jacket last night. I can run it over if you want.

Her reply was instantaneous.
Please. The door’s open.

My heart hammered as I walked across the lawn, the small jacket clutched in my hand. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The house was silent. Kristen emerged from the hallway, wearing a simple, thin robe, loosely tied at the waist. Her hair was still slightly damp, and she wore no makeup. She was breathtaking.

“You’re a lifesaver,” she said, her voice a low murmur, but she made no move to take the jacket. Her eyes were locked on mine, dark with a frustrated hunger.

I dropped the jacket on a nearby chair. “I think we have some unfinished business,” I said.

A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She took my hand and led me, without a word, down the hallway and into her master bedroom. The room was bright with morning light, the large bed neatly made.

She turned to face me, untying the belt of her robe and letting it fall open. She was completely naked. She didn’t wait, her hands moving to my clothes with an urgent need that matched my own. Within seconds, we were both naked, our bodies pressing together.

She fell back onto the bed, pulling me down with her for a deep, bruising kiss. Then, with a lithe movement, she rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me. She lowered herself onto my cock, taking me in slowly, her eyes fluttering shut as she took all of me inside her. The feeling of her raw, wet heat enveloping me was dizzying. She began to ride me, her movements confident and controlled, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders. I watched, mesmerized, as she threw her head back, a low moan escaping her lips. I could see the pleasure building in her face, in the flush spreading across her chest. Her pace quickened, her hips grinding down on me as her inner muscles began to clench and tighten. Her whole body went rigid, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as powerful tremors wracked her body. I felt the waves of her climax pulsing around me, a series of exquisite contractions that nearly shattered my own control.

Before I could recover, she leaned forward, kissing me deeply as she guided me onto my back. “My turn,” I growled, flipping her over. I entered her again, the feeling of her slick heat even more intense after her orgasm. I settled into a deep, driving rhythm, then hooked my hands under her knees, pulling her legs up and over my shoulders. The angle was incredible, allowing me to plunge deeper inside her than I thought possible. I could feel every inch of me stretching her, filling her completely. The raw, skin-on-skin friction was overwhelming. This was the ultimate transgression, a feeling of absolute connection and possession. I felt myself about to lose it, and I drove into her one last time, crying out her name as I emptied myself deep, deep inside her womb.

We lay there for a long time, tangled in the sheets, our bodies slick with sweat. Eventually, Kristen stirred, a dazed, satisfied smile on her lips. “Come on,” she whispered, taking my hand. “Let’s wash up.”

She led me into the master bathroom and turned on the shower, the room quickly filling with steam. We stepped in together, the hot water cascading over us. The sight of her, water sluicing over her breasts and down her flat stomach, reignited the fire instantly. I pressed her against the cool, tiled wall, kissing her as my hands roamed her wet, slippery body.

“Turn around,” I whispered in her ear. She obeyed, bracing her hands against the wall. I entered her from behind, my hips slapping against her wet cheeks in a primal, driving rhythm. The sounds echoed off the tile, mingling with our ragged breaths and the pounding water. It was a raw, animalistic coupling, and I could feel myself building toward a second, powerful climax.

Just before I came, I pulled out of her. She started to turn, a questioning look on her face, but I put a hand on her shoulder and guided her to face me. “Look at me,” I commanded. Her hazel eyes, wide and wanting, met mine as I stroked myself one last time. I exploded, emptying myself all over her. My hot cum splattered across her face, dripping from her chin and running in thick streams down her neck, over her collarbones, and between her perfect breasts.

She didn’t flinch. She stood there, panting, looking down at herself. Then, slowly, she dipped her head and licked a thick glob of my semen from the top of her breast, her eyes never leaving mine as she swallowed. The act was so brazen, so wonderfully filthy, it sent another jolt of pure lust through me. I pulled her into a fierce embrace, my mouth crashing down on hers. We kissed, a deep, passionate kiss that tasted of soap, steam, and my own come. It was the taste of our shared, reckless secret.

To be continued..