Free Burning Hunger by Tory Richards

of his balls slapping against her flesh
urging him to go faster. Val’s breathing became ragged, and her
sounds of ecstasy, coupled with the tightening of her cunt muscles,
pushed him over the side.
    She screamed.
    He released a long, guttural sound as
pleasure rocked him to the core.
    Then Chaz slammed his cock home one last
time, grinding his body tightly against Val’s ass while she milked
him until he was drained. Some time later they moved into a more
comfortable position on the bed, and let fatigue claim them.
     
    ****
     
     
    “Val, time to get up, honey.”
    “Noooo,” she moaned, not moving. “Is that
the fire alarm again?” she mumbled into her pillow.
    Chaz chuckled. “No, the alarm clock. We have
to get to the airport, remember? We’re heading to the Keys this
morning.”
    She slowly turned her face to look at him.
He was already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling
on his boots. He turned and their gazes met.
    “God, it seems like we just went to bed.”
She yawned loudly, forcing herself to sit up. When Chaz glanced at
her naked breasts she shook them. They swayed back and forth like
melons. Watching the desire cloud his eyes, she grinned, and
brought one breast up to her mouth, licking the nipple until it
peaked.
    He groaned, but didn’t look away. “Shit,
don’t do that to me now.”
    “Do what?” Val asked innocently. They’d
fucked twice more during what was left of their short night, and
she was feeling lazy and naughty, and surprisingly ready for
another go around.
    “Tease me, baby. I don’t want to be late.
Besides, my cock is sore.”
    Val burst out laughing, she couldn’t help
it. She’d never received that complaint before. Was Chaz joking?
She narrowed her gaze on him and tried to read his expression. Come
to think of it, she was feeling slightly sore herself. He’d brought
her to orgasm several times, but not until he’d pinched and sucked
her clit, and banged her pussy until she was too exhausted to
move.
    He finally grinned, and she knew he was
kidding. “How much time do I have?” She worked her way through the
twisted covers and got up.
    “We need to be out the door in half an
hour.”
    “Good, I have time for a quick shower.” Val
stopped in front of Chaz. He was still sitting on the bed, so they
were about eye level.
    “I’ve never met a woman so comfortable in
her own skin,” he remarked, slightly amused.
    “I’ve never met a man I can’t seem to get
enough of,” she countered. Leaning forward, she kissed Chaz on his
smooth lips. When she moved to draw back he wrapped an arm around
her waist and held her to him.
    Her intentions of a short morning kiss
turned into one long, smoldering attack of her senses. Val opened
her mouth and sucked his tongue into hers. Before long the room was
filled with the sounds of pleasure. Chaz was the one to pull away.
He pushed Val back so he could get to his feet, turned her around,
and slapped her on the rump.
    “Behave yourself, and go get your
shower.”
    She glanced back at him one time before
reaching the bathroom. The room was damp, and she could tell by the
mist on the shower door that Chaz must have already taken a shower.
The thought of him using her floral shampoo and soap drew a smile
on her face. Then, remembering time was running out, she stepped
into the shower and turned on the water.
    Under the spray of the water Val wondered
what it was about Chaz that captivated her so much. A year ago she
would have had a one-night stand with him and then sent him on his
way without a second thought, never to see him again. He was a
superior lover, and had no problems fulfilling her needs. Val liked
to think she fulfilled his, too. Yet, she hadn’t been kidding when
she’d said she couldn’t get enough of him.
    As she moved her hands over her body,
soaping up and rinsing off, Val noticed how tender she was in some
places. A pleasant ache that reminded her of Chaz kissing, sucking,
and roughly caressing her