Luke looked at Miranda with the long, thick braid of light brown hair. Her eyes were bright blue and sparkling in the moonlight. They had met on Tinder and gone on a date. The evening was going well and they were currently walking hand in hand back to her home. He had asked her to escort her home and nothing else. If she wanted to say goodnight in front of her house, he would not fight it. He was not that type of man.
"Antarctica is funny," he said.
"Why?" She asked.
"Why is it even a continent?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"The countries claiming to have parts of it are already part of other continents. New Zealand, Australia, France, Norway, United Kingdom, Chile and Argentina. And New Zealand is also supposed to be part of Oceania whatever that is," he said.
"Are we going back to school?" She chuckled.
"No, I just find it weird. What continent am I on right now? You're gonna say Antarctica, aren't you?" He asked.
"You do know we're not actually in Antarctica, right?" She asked.
"You got any proof of that?" He asked teasingly.
She stopped walking and smiled at him. He was currently in New Zealand on a date with a hot woman, and of course his brain was trying to blow it for him by talking about Antarctica. She didn't seem to mind though. She found amusement in it by the look on her face.
"All you need to know is that you're in front of my house," she said.
He turned his head and looked at the white brick walls.
"Nice house," he said.
"Antarctica or not," she said. "Do you wanna come inside my house?"
"Very much," he said.
"Then stop talking and start using your mouth for something else," she said.
He smirked at her and leaned down to kiss her. She grabbed his jacket and moved him over to the front door. She turned around in his arms and he started kissing her neck instead while she fumbled to find her keys in her pocket. She finally got them out and unlocked the door. They tumbled inside, kissing and touching, pulling each other's clothes off while he blindly followed in the direction she was pulling him. They made it to the bedroom and fell down on the bed together.
"You're so fucking sexy, Miranda," he said.
"You too, Luke," she moaned. "I need you inside me so fucking bad. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow."
He sat back on his knees, grabbed her, and swung her around on all four. Before she could react, he pushed inside her in one fast move. She moaned out loudly and let her upper body fall down on the bed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards him to meet him thrust for thrust. He kept going as fast and as hard as he could, desperate to make her fall apart.
"You like that?" He slapped her ass. "Tell me you fucking like it, Miranda!"
"I love it!" She moaned. "Harder, Luke! Please!"
He grabbed her braid and pulled her up. Her back arched beautifully as he held her there, pounding away like a mad man. She finally screamed out his name and started shaking. He kept pounding through her orgasm, wanting to feel everything she had to give. He gave her a few more hard thrusts and then came too. He wrapped his arms around her and held her up against his chest while they both heaved for air. A few seconds passed and then he started kissing her neck again.
"That was so good," he mumbled.
"It was fucking amazing," she giggled. "You sure know how to please a woman. Please, say you'll stay the night because I'm gonna need some more of that."
"I'll stay," he chuckled. "But only if there's coffee tomorrow."
"All the coffee you can drink," she said. "You deserve it."