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Someone needs to peel me away from my iPad. WWE Immortals is an addictive game, lol.
Anyway…enjoy 53! I deliberately jumbled up my WrestleManias in this update so don't panic. It's fiction after all. :)
For all the criticism the WWE received from time to time, their impeccable level of organization was never in doubt. Not least during WrestleMania week, the most important seven days in the company's calendar year. So many things were occupying their time, there were so many Superstars' family and friends' arrivals to handle, and yet it was all handled smoothly. Like Joe for instance, who had tons of family and friends coming in from Tampa, Pensacola, and San Francisco itself. Somehow, they all made it into town at the scheduled times with every logistic sorted out.
It was the same on Thursday afternoon, when Sasha and the group from Tampa arrived. Joe had managed to get tickets for Pam, Elgin, Reggie, Cheryl and the twins Gabby and Regina, all of whom got sucked into the Mania hype the moment they stepped down from the plane. Sasha sauntered into San Francisco decked out in Joe's 49ers jersey, a dark, form-fitting pair of jeans and killer Louboutin heels, large Marc Jacobs sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose. Pam had commented with a playful wink that she looked every inch like an athlete's wife. Sasha had winked back and laughed in response, glad that her best friend was here with her. The day before, she and Elgin had had to physically pry Imani out of Pam's hands before handing the infant over to Elgin's parents for the weekend. This was the first time the newlyweds would be away from their daughter, and Sasha was going to ensure they had a relaxed, enjoyable weekend. It was also their first WWE show, and what better event to start with than WrestleMania?
Joe had booked two suites – one for him and Sasha, the other for T.K. and Mia. He was knee deep in Axxess as well as media work and wouldn't catch up with them until late at night. T.K. soon disappeared to go meet up with Alma's sons, so Sasha hung out with Pam until her yawns became too frequent. After ensuring Mia was safely tucked in, she retreated to her own room. She undressed and made herself comfortable in the plush king bed, deciding to sleep in the nude as a little surprise for her boyfriend when he returned.
Sasha knew instinctively that she was awake earlier than she would have liked. Her eyes flickered open, adjusting slowly to the dimly lit room. The time on her phone said seven a.m. Yeah, too early, considering this was a vacation of sorts. A very warm, very familiar body was all up in her space, a massive arm wound around her and resting on her breast. She shifted around in the bed and smiled softly, watching her man sleep. Gosh she'd missed him. His chest rose and fell steadily, his breathing deep and even. How beautiful was he? She could stare at him forever.
Joe stirred and moved a little, then his eyelids slowly opened to reveal those beautiful grey irises of his. Sasha's heart fluttered at the small smile that tugged his lips, bringing out the cute little crinkles at the corner of his eyes.
"Hi," he mumbled, closing his eyes again and snuggling closer to her.
Giggling at how tired he sounded, she cupped the underside of his jaw, stroking it gently, then pressed her lips to his. Morning breath be damned – she hadn't kissed him in forever. It was the fourth kiss before Joe realized what was going on and responded. He was still half-asleep, and Sasha reached down and grasped the one part of him that was definitely awake. She felt him gasp into her mouth, his hips arching into her hand on reflex as she stroked and squeezed his dick. His leg shifted to slide in between hers, and stroking him one more time, she eased him inside her, and his moan of pleasure vibrated against her tongue. They remained on their sides, moving together slowly, bodies grinding and tongues sliding against the other, both humming serenely at the lazy but fantastic morning sex. The pace never changed, staying slow and unhurried, with languid kissing and lazy grinding. Joe dragged his hand along Sasha's thigh, gripping her butt to push himself deeper inside her. His middle finger slipped easily between her ass cheeks to probe her other entrance, stroking her towards a slow shuddering orgasm that had her moaning and shaking in his arms. A few seconds later it was him shaking. They stayed wrapped around each other afterwards, continuing their leisurely kissing.
Joe's iPad went off on the nightstand, interrupting their little reunion. "You should answer that. Could be important," Sasha whispered after a few seconds passed.
He really didn't want to, but this was the one week when every beep from each of his devices was important. Rolling onto his back, he reluctantly picked up the iPad and found an awaiting FaceTime call from Ambrose. Rolling his eyes, he tapped the green button. "The hell do you want?" he grumbled.
Jon looked at Sasha on top of Joe, noticed their breathing was on the heavy side, and smirked. "Did I interrupt something?"
"Luckily for your dumb ass, no," Joe said grumpily, "a few minutes earlier and I woulda been really pissed at you."
"Ignore him," Sasha said to Jon. "Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine, Sash. Hunter wants us out an hour earlier before Axxess, big man," said Jon. "Apparently Bryan couldn't make it to the interview for the Network so we gotta take his place."
"Ugh. Didn't we do that shit last year?"
"Yep. Dude, don't you have the shoot at the gym or something? Get up."
"I got an hour, asshole," said Joe.
Sasha squeezed his arm. "Baby! Don't be mean."
"Yeah baby, don't be mean," Jon mimicked.
Joe growled at his friend through the iPad screen. "You are so going down today."
"Yeah right. You're gonna lose just like you did last year," the Cincinnati native scoffed. "Get your ass up, Reigns. Don't make me tell you again."
Once Jon logged off, Joe tossed the iPad aside and groaned. He had a workout shoot at the Levi's Stadium gym soon but all he wanted to do was stay in bed with his woman. "Do I have to get up?"
"You do, sweetie," Sasha cooed gently, raking her fingers through his hair. "Trust me, if we could, we'd never move from this bed. But you gotta."
Exhaling tiredly, he pulled away from her and sat up, setting his feet on the ground. "Come watch me work out," he said to her.
Like she would ever turn down such an invitation. Sasha headed to her suitcase. "Can I bring my camera?"
Joe smirked. "Don't you have enough pics of me already?"
"I could never have enough pictures of your beautiful self, baby." She put on a bra and a t-shirt, then searched for a pair of sweatpants. "What was Jon talking about when he said you'll lose again like last year?"
Recalling the conversation, Joe chuckled. "Oh. It's just a stupid game…Whenever Axxess rolls around, Jon, Colb and I place a wager between the three of us. Whoever signs the least number of autographs has to sing at karaoke after Mania. That was me last year." He cringed. "Man it was terrible."
"I've never seen you do karaoke. I want to hear you sing," said Sasha.
"Hell no."
"Why not? You make fun of my voice all the damn time, hypocrite. Why can't I diss yours?"
Joe shrugged, raking his hair out of his eyes. "Not gonna happen babe. I'm in second place behind Ambrose and we got two days of Axxess left. I like my chances this year," he said proudly.
"Well that's too bad." Sasha shook her head. "I'm going to let the kids know I'm heading out. You, gorgeous, should start getting ready."
"Yes, ma'am." He winced when all of a sudden, she punched his shoulder. "Ow! Babe!"
"I thought I told you to never call me ma'am," she reminded him, crossing the room towards the adjoining door, Joe's darkened eyes absorbing every swing of her hips. "If I didn't like that ass so much, I'd put you over my knee and spank you," he growled.
"Is that a threat, baby?" Bending forwards, she shook her ass and giggled at the look on his face and the snarl that escaped his throat. She quickly disappeared through the door because if he did carry out his threat, she would enjoy it, and then neither of them would get anything done today.
The camera in Sasha's hands clicked away, capturing Joe at work on the pulldown machine, his back muscles rippling through his tank top. She loved watching him work out. The sight of his body always aroused her. She knew his work ethic, knew what went into taking care of himself. It was his job to make sure he stayed healthy and in shape, and he took it seriously. And boy, did it ever show. He was thick yet muscled at the same time, in all the right places, the planes and angles perfectly sculpted by all the hours he spent running and working out at the gym. Most importantly, there hadn't been a pill in sight, and to say she was relieved was an understatement.
They both got to shower and change in the team's locker room when he was finished. She'd never seen him so happy to shower before, but she understood. He was a die-hard 49ers fan and this was a dream come true for him. They went their separate ways afterwards, with Joe heading off to Axxess while Sasha returned to the hotel. In the afternoon, she, Pam and Elgin, along with Reggie, Cheryl and all the kids were at the Convention Center where Axxess was taking place. Sasha couldn't believe how much there was to see and do, from various memorabilia to meet-and-greets to creating your own Superstar entrance, which Mia, Regina and Gabby had a lot of fun doing. Sasha caught sight of Joe, Jon and Colby at their stand with a long line of fans waiting to meet them. He looked like he was enjoying himself, which was a good thing to see. It was a fun couple of hours, with something for everyone to do.
Saturday night was the Hall of Fame ceremony. Trinity and Ariane whisked Sasha away to a room housing the Total Divas cast with their makeup and hair team. It seemed very exclusive, as only a handful of friends and family of the cast were in there, and Sasha appreciated the kind gesture by the girls. The mother of two was buffed, puffed, and polished to within an inch of her life. She had her makeup professionally applied, her hair done, and she even had a woman help dress her. It certainly was nice to be pampered, though it was a bit overwhelming. By the time she stood in front of the mirror all dressed up, she had to admit they'd done wonders on her, because she barely looked like herself. She used to think her makeup expertise was decent, until now. Every spot, every scar on her features had been expertly obliterated. Her cheekbones popped out and could have easily rivaled Joe's, which was saying something. The false eyelashes she had on made her eyes look bigger and more beautiful. They cost three times the amount she bought hers for, but she could see why.
Sasha adored her dress. As usual, Joe had insisted on buying, leaving his credit card with her so she could get any dress she wanted and he would match up his tie and pocket square. The sapphire colored strapless gown was sequined and molded every inch of her body from bust to bottom, the rest of the dress falling in a sweeping train to the floor. She wasn't really one for strapless dresses but it wasn't so much of an issue anymore because she was more confident showing off her not-so-flabby-anymore arms. Her strappy diamante sandals were gorgeous, and the outfit managed to make her look sexy yet elegant and sophisticated.
"Damn, girl," Pam gushed, looking her best friend over as they stood in front of the mirror in Sasha's suite. "You're gonna steal the show tonight."
Sasha shrugged. "It's my first Hall of Fame. I can't show up lookin' like the help," she replied. "Gotta show them tricks what I'm workin' with, ya know?"
"Oh, they know." Pam grinned, fixing one of the bobby pins holding Sasha's hair. "I'm just amazed the dress can accommodate your tits, Miss Jessica Rabbit."
"Hey, yours are catching up with mine. Finally," Sasha joked, causing Pam to laugh.
Mia sat on the bed, staring adoringly at her mother. "You look so pretty, Mama," the little girl said.
"Thanks, baby." Sasha glanced at the mirror again, looking into her dress, hoping the stick-on bra did its job tonight otherwise she'd be royally screwed.
"Wow."
She whirled around and smiled as Joe entered the suite with Elgin. She was struck by how amazing he looked. His broad shoulders filled the suit jacket so well, and he was tall enough to carry the elegance of the outfit, his black hair combed back perfectly, his grey eyes even more striking against the solid black of the tux. A sapphire blue tie and matching pocket square rounded off his outfit. He walked around her as she stood by the mirror. "You're gonna steal all my spotlight, nani," he said, one hand on her hip, wishing very much that they were alone.
"That's what I told her," Pam chimed in.
"You know that ain't possible," Sasha countered, looking at her boyfriend, "You walk into a room and everyone stops breathing."
"I'm surprised I'm breathing right now." Joe stopped in front of her, lifted her hand, and pressed a kiss to it. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked.
Sasha felt herself warm all over. "I'm not that special, babe.".
Tilting her chin up with his thumb and forefinger, Joe gazed into her brown eyes. "You are beautiful, Sasha, inside and out. Because you appreciate all of this in ways no one I've ever been with has."
Pam fanned her moist eyes and turned to her husband. "Aww, how cute are they?"
Elgin cringed and shook his head. "Don't ruin it, babe," he warned.
Feeling the sting of tears, Sasha leaned into her boyfriend. "Don't make me cry, or you'll have to wait another half-hour for me to fix my makeup."
"Unfortunately we don't got that kinda time." Kissing her forehead, Joe linked his fingers with Sasha's. "Come on. Let's go have some fun."
Sasha didn't know what to expect, having never been to any red carpet before. The flashbulbs went off in her face as she, Joe and T.K. walked into the building hosting the ceremony. The teen insisted on tagging along, wanting badly to see these legends for himself. Sasha thought he looked as dapper in a suit as her boyfriend did, and just as comfortable walking the carpet, the complete opposite of her. Actually, Tyson seemed very comfortable in this environment, having already made friends with different people and networking with wrestlers in the few days he was here. She admired her son's proactivity. Joe smiled and waved to fans and stopped to pose for the cameras, keeping a gentle hold on Sasha's waist as he talked to reporters, magazines, entertainment television and the like. Sasha wanted to take a step back to let Joe have the floor. He was the famous one after all. But he kept her by his side, letting everyone know exactly who she was to him. Luckily Renee was great with her, and was kind enough to ensure that the spotlight stayed on Joe when it was her turn to interview her colleague.
At the ceremony itself, Sasha listened to the speeches of the Hall of Famers, intrigued by the stories. Sitting beside Joe, T.K. was still, almost frozen with fascination as he absorbed every word each legend spoke. Joe was the same, and seeing the light in both of her men's eyes was uplifting. When the show went to a commercial break, she leaned closer to Joe. "You're gonna be up there one day, making your own speech," she said, gesturing to the podium on stage.
He turned to her. "You think so?"
She smiled. "I know so. And I can't wait to see it happen."
Joe returned her smile, his heart warm and happy. He liked how she always built him up and boosted him with lovely words. Squeezing her fingers gently, he leaned in to kiss her forehead, thankful to have her by his side.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Babe, I'm fine."
Alone in the quiet sanctuary of the Shield locker room, Sasha closely observed her boyfriend as he got dressed. WrestleMania was finally here, and the pre-show was about to start. She had come backstage to check in on him. "You sure? You're not feeling any awkward twinge somewhere or nothin'?" she persisted.
As he laced up his boots, Joe fought the urge to roll his eyes. She'd been clucking around like a mother hen for the past couple of minutes, bringing him water, a protein shake, trying to massage his shoulders. He loved his girl to pieces, but right now he needed her to back up for a few seconds so he could have some space. "I'm alright, Sash. I've told you that."
"Yeah but you never kn-"
"Sasha!" he cut her off pointedly, growing irritated by her fussing. "Stop. Please."
His sharp tone caused Sasha to cross her arms petulantly. "I just wanna help," she mumbled, chastened.
Rising to his feet, he stared at her, his features softening. "I know. You're nervous too," he surmised. "You and Trin fuss and fret when you're nervous and it drives me nuts," he added with a chuckle, crossing the locker room to get the rest of his things.
"I'm only scared you'll get injured again." The mere thought made her sick to her stomach. She didn't think she could handle that again.
Joe picked up his vest and put it on. "Injuries are part of the game, baby girl. But we always try to be careful as possible. Besides, we're only gonna be in there for like five minutes tonight. It's basically a squash match."
Sasha walked over to him, pressed her body against his back and circled her arms around him from behind. She never needed a reason to touch him, he was too irresistible. She pressed her ear to his back, listening to his heartbeat. She noted how quiet he'd become. "What are you thinking about?" she asked.
She knew him so well now, didn't she? Breathing deeply, Joe rubbed his fingers against her own. "Six years ago I was installing office furniture for Cassie to make ends meet," he whispered, his voice tinged with awe. "Three years ago I was a complete nobody in this business. Now I'm at another WrestleMania, performing in front of over seventy thousand people. Sometimes it doesn't feel real that I'm in the spot I'm in."
Sasha was very aware of the journey he'd taken, the obstacles he'd had to overcome to get himself to this position, and she couldn't be any prouder of him. Walking around him so they were face to face, she said, "Well, I got news for you. It is real." She ran her hands up and down his sides. "I know how hard you've worked and you deserve to be in this spot. You believe that, don't you, baby?"
He met his girlfriend's eyes, her encouraging smile once again injecting a boost of confidence into him. He nodded. "I do."
At his answer, Sasha shrugged conclusively. "Good. So do I. And dare I say, you look damn good in that spot." Ensuring his vest was properly zipped up, she patted his chest. "You ready?"
There was a twinkle in his eye. "I was born ready," the Samoan answered, the arrogance his character was well-known for resurfacing. Gazing fondly at her, he bent down and kissed her lips, letting his thumb trace her jaw. He felt her hands smooth down his sides and then settle on his butt as she kissed him back. He started to forget that Jon and Colby were waiting for him outside; all he could think about were her soft, succulent lips.
"Damn it Reigns, you ain't going off to war!" Colby had poked his head into the locker room. "Let's go!"
Sasha forced herself to pull away. "I love you. Be careful," she whispered.
Joe nodded, if only to give her peace of mind. "Love you too. I'll see you out there." He stole one more kiss, pressing his forehead against hers briefly before groaning and walking out of the room. Fanning herself, Sasha followed him out, wondering if she would ever get used to that man's sexiness.
At last, WrestleMania was over, and it had gone down brilliantly. The boys delivered in their match as always, and Sasha was glad to know she had worried for no reason. T.K. and Mia had loved every second of the show. Sasha found it weird that she hadn't known how much her kids loved wrestling until Joe came into the picture. And now that he was looking more and more like a permanent staple in their lives, along with T.K.'s plans to go pro, it was evident that wrestling was not leaving her household anytime soon. But she was willing to embrace the sport fully. As long as she got to keep that sinfully sexy Samoan in her bed, she would gladly learn to.
After the show, most of the roster headed to the hotel bar they had rented out for the night for the karaoke contest, which turned out to be one of the most fun spectacles Sasha had ever watched. Of course there were the obligatory atrocious Whitney-Mariah wannabe attempts, and then there was an elderly patron's powerful rendition of Lionel Richie's 'Hello' that got a standing ovation from everyone in the bar. The Bella sisters did a passable rendition of 'Call Me Maybe', Wade Barrett sang 'Wonderwall' and actually had everyone waving their hands in the air, while Elgin was dragged onstage by Pam to sing Wyclef Jean and Mary J. Blige's '911'. Sasha wanted to join in the singing but was stopped by Joe's withering glare, causing her to shrink back meekly in her seat. The highlight of the night had to be Colby's over-the-top performance of 'Kiss from a Rose'. He may have lost the wager among the Shield boys but that was not going to stop him from putting on a show. The alcohol he'd ingested might have also had something to do with his courage. Joe and Jon actually rushed onto the stage to flap the ends of Colby's shirt and his hair to create an impressive visual of wind. It was a good way for the talent and crew to let their hair down after an incredibly busy week.
Somehow proceedings segued from singing to dancing, with the bar turning into a makeshift nightclub. Watching Pam and Elgin grinding it up on the dance floor as she sipped on her drink through a straw, Sasha rested against Joe, his arm wound possessively around her shoulders while he talked with Fandango. He pressed small kisses on her head whenever he got the chance, and she couldn't help but smile inwardly. There were so many young, attractive women in the room and yet all his attention was on her. It was something she never took for granted.
She wasn't wearing anything more than a cropped black Hounds of Justice tank top and a high-waisted turquoise maxi skirt with a slit on the side, but damn if Joe wasn't turned on right now. She was dancing in her seat, rubbing her body against him while she sucked on that damn straw. Her floral perfume wafted through his nose and made him want to suck the skin off her neck. His hand had since moved from her shoulder down to her exposed thigh, soft and silky smooth to the touch, and he was glad that the table in front of them protected them from inquisitive eyes. The moment Fandango left, Joe shifted closer to Sasha, weaving his hand further into her skirt, and was shocked to find bare flesh. Bending down so his mouth was by her ear, he said, "Now I know you had panties on this morning. Pink lace thong, matching your bra. Where'd they go?"
Casting a teasing gaze at him, Sasha removed the straw from her mouth. "I had to take 'em off. They were wet."
Joe exhaled slowly, briefly squeezing his eyes shut. "When did this happen?"
She looked like she was trying to remember. "During your match. It started when I saw you wearing that mask. And then you howled before hitting the triple powerbomb."
Holy shit. She'd been wandering around without panties virtually all night. Had he known this earlier they would never have made it to karaoke. They weren't staying any longer either. "Let's get outta here," he said.
His ash-hued eyes smoldered, the desire loud and clear in his tone. Getting up without another word, she grabbed his hand and quietly led him out of the bar. They were only prevented from ravaging each other in the elevator because there were other occupants inside. The minute the door to their suite shut, Joe pounced, smothering Sasha against the door as he kissed her hungrily, and she moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth. His hand slipped back under her skirt and massaged her folds, teasing her warm wetness with his fingers. Knowing he was the reason she was so aroused was a turn-on in itself. "You've become so bold, baby girl," he murmured in her ear, "You always had a daring side but now you just don't give a fuck. I like it a lot."
Sasha bit her lip, closed her eyes, and squirmed against his hand. How she was still standing upright she didn't know. He stepped back to yank her top over her head, unclip her bra, then strip away his own clothes before he shoved his lips back against hers, grinding his crotch against her center. "Baby if I don't have you now I'm gonna die," he rumbled, his needy tone sweeping shivers down her spine and curling her toes.
Meeting his eyes determinedly, she linked her hands behind his neck. "Fuckin' take me then," she whispered back.
He smiled, gathered her skirt up to her waist and lifted her up, her wedges slipping off her feet and clattering to the floor behind him. Pinning her against the door, he plunged into her in one swift stroke, letting out a triumphant moan as her moist warmth immediately welcomed him. He kept his eyes on her face as he pulled out and drove in again, pumping upwards into her with several hard, exquisite thrusts that made her bang her head back against the door and arch her body into him. Sasha felt the pulse of her pussy, demanding more of the sinful pleasure he gave her. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him deeper into her, making him groan out loud. Clutching the hair on top of his head, she cried out when his teeth sank into her neck, making her shudder with delight and rake her nails along his shoulders. Her moans amplified as he accelerated, slamming her against the door with his delicious dick. How he had the strength for sex after matches was always a wonder, but she was never going to complain, not when she benefitted immensely from his enviable stamina.
It bordered on obsession, the way Joe craved to hear the erotic sounds his woman made when she got lost in the throes of bliss. And now, caught in the frenzy of their lovemaking, he wanted more, wanted to hear her scream. He pushed off the door and hooked his hands underneath Sasha's big, round backside, keeping her in midair, lifting her steadily up and down on him. He watched her eyes roll back and her lips part in pleasure at the tasty new angle, a squeal sounding from her when he hit a sweet spot inside her warm, moist depths. Joe gritted his teeth as pleasure licked the length of his spine, almost rendering his knees weak. But he kept his cool and held her, continuing to bounce her on his dick, his eyes trained on her face. "Damn, nani. You feel so good." He showed his appreciation with a sharp smack of her ass, loving the surprised yelp she uttered in response.
Sasha was in another dimension at that moment. She couldn't think, could barely breathe. She was completely turned on by her man's physical strength, fucking her while holding her up like she weighed nothing. So strong, so sexy and so full of surprises every time. Without warning, he began picking up speed, and Sasha held onto him for dear life, her groans snowballing into more groans as he drove his dick impossibly deep inside her with savage ferocity. When she managed to speak, her voice was unrecognizable. "Oh god," she said hoarsely, keeping a tight hold around his neck, "Baby…fuck, I'm gonna come…"
"Damn right you're gonna come." Joe clamped his hands tighter to her ass and pounded into her. "Come on, baby girl. Give it to me."
She was screaming before he finished his sentence, her legs quaking uncontrollably as her body splintered into a hundred pieces. Joe watched her deteriorate with a satisfied smile on his face. He leaned in, gently kissing her neck, massaging the fleshy twin globes in his grasp. She was still twitching and recollecting herself when he began walking to the couch, still deep inside her. "Come lay down, baby. I wanna taste your cum." Setting her down on the couch, he bent her over the armrest, then descended to his knees behind her. Grabbing a fistful of her skirt he yanked it forcibly, ripping the chiffon material clean in two. As he threw the skirt on the floor, Sasha laughed as she stared down at the ruined garment. "Baby, you killed my skirt."
"I'll buy you another one," he growled. Caressing her backside with both hands, he spread her cheeks open and put his mouth on her, licking along the length of her sex, humming with satisfaction as the taste of her release instantly soaked his tongue. Sasha sank into the couch, and gasping in pleasure, she arched, grinding into his face. He held onto her hips while his long tongue carefully explored her throbbing sensitive spot. She caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror a few feet away, her naked and dangling over the edge of the couch, Joe naked and kneeling on the floor, orally working her from behind. The sight curled her toes and tightened her inner walls. Just as the heat began building inside her again, he eased off, rose to his feet and flipped her onto her back. Before she could blink, he was on top of her and deep inside her in one hard push.
Sasha groaned as Joe swung her leg around his neck, pushing the other one out wide to accommodate him. Holding her legs, he rocked his hips at as steady a pace as he could endure. Their breaths expelled in heavy pants, the sounds reverberating around the suite. Joe groaned as she clenched him right away, squeezing every inch of him as he applied stroke after stroke. "Fuck, girl, fuckin' good pussy," he said through gritted teeth, quickening his tempo. "Ah, so fuckin' amazing."
"All for you, baby." She rested on her elbows, looking between their sweat-slick bodies to watch his length piston in and out of her. "Fuck that pussy, big boy. Spear me." A whimper sounded in the back of her throat as shocks of pleasure whizzed through her body, and she started to tip her head back but was stopped by Joe's lips scooping hers, stealing the little breath she had left. She got what she asked for as he upped the ante, thrusting harder into her and causing her to groan loudly. So much power, so much delicious intensity that only her man was capable of exuding, engulfing her. Goose bumps rose all along her twisted limbs, and tears sprang to her eyes as the pressure within her mounted and built and pushed her to the brink of complete ecstasy. Her walls constricted around his length, bringing her ever closer to what was sure to be a mind-blowing climax.
Watching her toss her head back, hearing her pleading, breathy voice and feeling her tighten around him only prompted him to keep going. Kissing the leg on his shoulder, he held onto her waist and rolled his hips against hers, grinding nice and deep, coaxing her closer and closer. "You wanna come again, baby? Huh?"
She'd expected it, but when the dam burst, it was with such force that she screamed afresh, trembling hard and long against her man. "Oh my god…" she whimpered, melting into the couch. "Fuck Joe, you're a fuckin' beast."
His chuckle was one of pure virile pride and satisfaction. He pulled her arms above her head, pinning them down with one hand. With the other, he grasped her breast, callous fingers tweaking and pinching her nipple. Sweat streaking his body, he curled into her and latched his lips to her neck, plunging into her once again as he powered towards his own climax. Sasha squeezed her thighs around him, allowing deeper, tighter penetration into her slick, soaked flesh that halved his duration level in one fell swoop.
"Fuck!" he whined, his hips pumping desperately, hammering into her with enough force to rock the couch. "Ah baby girl, I'm gonna nut!"
"Come inside me, big boy," Sasha encouraged him as he growled and moaned against her throat, the hand on her breast moving to her ass. "Give it to me. I want all of it." She loved when he lost it like this, when all he could think about was fucking her into oblivion, because it was all she wanted too — this meeting of bodies and animal passion, their need for each other primal and wild. His hands and mouth were magical, giving her pleasure with every touch. Pleasure she wanted from no one else but him.
Her husky voice and words were like pulling the pin out of a grenade. His hips reflexively lurched forwards, and a harsh grunt tumbled out of his throat as he came hard. All he could do was groan his unbridled pleasure as he emptied into her, intense sensation coursing through his body. He remained on top of her when his orgasm ebbed away, and he dipped his head to suckle her breasts. Sasha managed to free one of her hands from his to caress his hair and pull his face to hers. Their lips met with a calm intensity that warmed and comforted them both in the aftermath of such incredible bliss. Joe then pushed off the couch and carried her to the bed, climbing in with her. "Remind me to buy you new panties tomorrow," he told her.
"And a skirt," added Sasha, causing him to chuckle. "And a skirt," he agreed. He held her to him, settling his nose in her hair. "You drive me insane, Sash," he whispered.
Sasha managed a tired laugh. The feeling was very mutual. She leaned into his embrace, placing open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone. "You okay, handsome?"
Joe sighed happily. "I'm perfect."
Sasha tangled her fingers in his hair and lowered her face to his, kissing him again. "Yes you are, my love. Yes you are."
The karaoke part actually happened in real life, ages ago with my friends. It was awesome. :D
There was more narration than dialogue in this, hope you don't mind. :)
And nope, this wasn't the chapter I was talking about… *evil grin*
Thoughts on this chapter? Kindly review! Top to bottoms very welcomed.