Free The Bucket List by Gynger Fyer

usual; it came from a much deeper place. A place she didn’t want to name for fear she would wake up and realized she had been dreaming.
    Their clothes had been shed at the door. Each of them was so frantic to be skin-to-skin they’d taken off their own clothes. Then they collided; warm hard skin to tender soft skin. Their eyes searching flesh, trying to take mental snap shots to develop later when things cooled down. Would they cool down? She hoped the hell not. His mouth was on hers, spicy and just a little salty from the crawfish. His big, strong hands stroked her back and down to her butt where he squeezed and kneaded each cocoa mound in his hands.
    Thank the Lord for her ass. She always wanted it to be bigger, less…flat, but when he smacked it and immediately felt the stinging connect directly to her core, she realized size didn’t matter; a smack was a smack. It felt damn good. She never knew it could be like this, so elemental. He made her that way.
    Brett lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing the folds of her wet pussy along his length. She moved her hips up and down, pressing into it until she was shaking.
    “Damn, baby, you keep that up and I am going to explode on both of us.”
    He laid her down on the bed. She wasn’t even sure how they got there.  He unraveled her legs and moved down to her breast, taking one dark berry into his hot mouth. His lips covered her entire areola. Grace’s back arched and she ran her fingers through his hair.
    “Yes, Brett…ohhh…”
    He released the hardened nipple with a pop and blew air over it. Goose bumps broke out over her entire body. He mercifully moved to the other, giving it the same focused licks and sucks as his hand drifted down her body. He moved to the side and looked down at her pussy. They both watched as his fingers slid right in. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto the pillow. He began to work her as he suckled her breast. Her orgasm took her by surprise when he hooked his fingers inside her.
    Eyes open, she screamed his name as she pumped her hips and clutched the bed with one hand and reached down to grip his long shaft with her other hand. She pumped him hard. She heard him growl as he pumped his hips in her hand for a few strokes, eyes closed. 
    He quickly pulled out of her grasp. In one swift move, he was no longer beside her but on his knees between her legs. She was spread open for him to see, his cock mere inches from her saturated sheath. And from the way he licked his lips, he liked what he saw.
    “Are you on the pill or do you want me to use protection?”
    Shit, she had gotten so worked up, she had forgotten to even think about protection. Thank goodness she was on the pill but she wasn’t sure about Brett. She didn’t think he would put her at risk but protection was a best practice.
    “Use protection, for now.”
    Her breathing was choppy and uneven. She thought he would pout or try to talk her out of it like her last boyfriend but he didn’t miss a beat. He leaned down, kissed her passionately, then got up quickly, located his wallet and pulled out a condom. He stroked himself as he rolled it on. Damn, his cock was a thing of beauty. He was back on top of her and pushing inside of her trembling body in a heartbeat.
    “Lord, have mercy!” He grunted as he pushed fully into her. 
    She could feel his body trembling. Shoulders bunched and strained as he pulled out and pushed back in with such force, she had to put her hands against the head board to stop from hitting her head against it. He hissed through his teeth and then leaned down and captured her mouth in a blazing kiss that left her breathless.
    Brett alternated between deep thrusts and several shallow thrusts that kept her on the cusp of her third orgasm of the day. Her body squeezed his girth. She wanted more of him. She moved her hands to his shoulders as she moved her hips to meet his, thrust for thrust.
    “Fuck! Your pussy feels so