Chapter 3

He gently bent down closer to me and kissed my neck softly, still moving in me."you liked that, hmm?" He whispered with his incredibly deep voice."hmm, hmm" I managed to answer.

He then pulled out, still rock hard, making me moan at the loss, and turned me around, pressing himself against my wet groin, kissing my lips "I'm not done with you, you know...?" He stated looking right into my eyes, "I'm not even close...".
Oh my, how can one be so sexy, how can I already feel my need and desire back already?

My breathing began to increase again. He caressed my face with both his hands, and kissed me once more while still rubbing his hips against mine. How can he be so rough and then so sweet the next moment? I loved that! He bent to kiss me in the neck and rubbed his stubble against my face in the process making me moan. "Hmm, Angèle, I like that, the sounds you make, that turn me on even more..." he softly grunt on my mouth, "hold my neck!"he said briskly and I complied, looking into his eyes wide open in expectation.
He then lifted me up and I circled his waist with my legs, holding him close. With one of his hand he guided his penis right at my entrance and heaved me on it "hmmm", we moaned at the same moment closing our eyes and enjoying the feeling "that feels heavenly" he added before thrusting into me roughly holding me close in his arms, pushing me hard against the wall, making me scream with pleasure at each move. I felt so filled, so stretched in my inside and addicted to the sounds he was making, his chest vibrating against mine.
I barely noticed when he paused during a short moment and looked quickly around. He spotted boxes a few steps next to us, behind a corner. He took off his shirt with one hand, the other one holding me firmly under my naked butt, he was so strong that it was almost effortless for him. With two long strides we were at the boxes. They were at the perfect high and he threw his shirt on the top one before gently sitting me over it. He was still inside me so he immediately increased the rhythm, my legs tied up around him, making me absorb each powerful move while he was holding me so tight in his arms too, his head against mine. The noises I was making got louder, and as he couldn't put his hand over my mouth this time to silence me I silenced myself, or so I tried, putting my mouth between his neck and his shoulder. We were so closed to each other, his scent was intoxicating: a mix of rain, sweat and soap, and of sex! I was lost in paradise, and grabbed two handfuls of his hair making him grunt against me, and thrusting even deeper.
I soon felt my inside clenching once more and so did he , but this time ha was ready too. "Hold on babie, I wanna come with you, hold on", he said in rhythm with his hips when hearing his voice made me clench even harder around him "oh Angèle, yes, you're so wet, you're so tight, I'm almost there" we were nothing but moans and grunts and loud breathings, "John, yeah John, harder, come on, give it to me John, I'm nearly there, yeah, yeah", he gave 3 or 4 more hard pushes giving me my release, making my inside clench like crazy, giving him what he needed too to come, emptying himself inside me grunting my name against my neck.
He was lying on top of me, heavily breathing, crushing me under his weight, still moving inside me from time to time, making soft moans, enjoying our orgasm.

After a while he lifted himself on his forearms, allowing me to breath better, and looked foundly at me while gently moving a wet hair lock from my face.
I was staring at his perfect face, slowing down my breathing , and smiled at him. He was still inside me and I moved up my hips against him.

He smiled half a smile and caressed my face and kissed me.

I put my arms around his neck, holding his head, and deepened the kiss making him chuckled. The feeling was heavenly cause it reverberated deep inside me as he was still buried between my legs.

I clenched voluntary around him, making him stop his kiss and smile "you're an eager little thing aren't you?", I smiled back and moved my legs back around his waist to get him closer to me "you want more?!" He asked arching his eyebrows? "I do" I answered, dragging his lips to mine and licking them.
I felt him hardening inside me "oh, see, do you feel what you do to me?!" He asked while starting moving again, slowly. "Angie, it feels so good being inside you" he was now making small circling moves with his hips before thrusting back deeper inside me, I was still hypersensitive from my 2 last orgasms, I was already panting, never leaving his eyes. He began to increase the rhythm... and took my left leg from his waist and moved it in front of him to put it on my right one while I was still laying on my back. He kept moving inside me. That position made me stretch and feel him even more, if even possible and he kept thrusting and thrusting again deeper and deeper making me scream again.
He was staring at my face, registering my pleasure, my every reaction to each of his thrust, his hand back over my mouth to keep me silent.
I wanted to stare back at him but the pleasure was too intense and I threw my head back and closed my eyes. He turned me around once more still keeping his pace and I was then lying flat on my chest, "oh John, I'm so close again, I'm so coming again John" I cried against his hand still on my mouth. He pushed deeper once more, or twice, and poured himself, again inside me, his head thrown back, saying my name at the same moment I was saying his, both released at the same time.

That was it: that was quick but even more intense. He was back crushing me under his weight, his breathing erratic, my inside still clenching uncontrollably around him, sending shivers in his body each and every time. "Oh baby" he whispered lacively against my ear, "oh baby, you're so good, you're so damn good", I was just unable to speak so I just kissed his palm. He chuckled again and caressed my butt and my thigh, kissing me in the neck, just behind my ear, while easing himlsef out of me. That made me cry softly because of how sore I was. "Hush, sweetie, hush" he said while readjusting himself against me, still planting little kisses on my neck.
I was still bent flat on the box, too tired to move, when he was already standing. He gently turned me over on my back again while smiling fondly at me a breathtaking smile.
He caressed my face with his right hand and then pulled down my skirt to put it back at its right place. I was looking at him, marvelling while he was gently readjusting my clothes. He was so sweet, so careful with me when he had just been so rough minutes ago!
This man was a wonder of nature, surely an angel sent my way by destiny when I was the most in need.
I surprise myself by saying out loud "you're not true, are you? You can't be true right?" He looked back at me, and went to seat next to me on the box, caressing my face in a soothing way "what is it honey?" He asked, arching his eyebrows once more (man, I loved when he was doing that!). "I'm dreaming, right?! You're not true?" I asked again.
He then put both his hands under my armpits and lifted me to put me on his lap, holding me tight in his arms against his chest. "Well, that surely was a dreamy experience we've just had, but I assure you that I am fucking real" he said against my hair, cuddling me and rocking me back and forth. "I might be wondering the same you know, Angèle?" he chuckled then.
With his hand he took my chin and made my eyes meet his and asked full of concern "Are you ok honey?".
I stared at him a bit longer and then smiled back my dazzling smile before kissing him lightly "I am John Porter, I am: I've never felt any better in my life before!".