Allen smiled down at Lana as they swayed gently to an old power ballad during an 80s night at a small club they sometimes frequented. Lana didn’t know the words to this one, nor did she care when she was with him. Allen surprised her, with a soft voice as the chorus came up, “I’ve been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life, I’ve been waiting for a girl like you, a love that will survive.” They shared a gentle kiss and she let her head rest on his shoulder. She always felt so safe with him, so loved. And so utterly desired. Suddenly as nice as the dancing was and his voice at her ear at been, she was ready for something else. She kissed him briefly, with a bridled passion that was ready to be let loose. “Take me home, Allen. Show me, I wanna know what love is; I want you to show me. Again and again.”
Quickly they found their way home and into bed together, giggling like a couple of seventeen year old kids as they threw various movie quotes and song lyrics back and forth while sharing kisses and gentle touches. Gradually the kisses and the touches both became less gentle and more frantic as their need built and the silly game they often played came to an abrupt end. Allen kissed Lana everywhere he could reach, ran his fingers through her hair and held her close for a long moment, savoring the feel of her against him. She fairly purred and snuggled closer; she could feel how he wanted her and smiled at him, “I love you Allen.” He kissed her again and murmured an, “I love you,” against her lips.
Then he gathered her up lifting her upper body towards him and began planting kisses against her breasts, brushing her nipples with his lips, and finally sucking and biting at them just the way he knew she enjoyed. Lana moaned softly and arched her back, trying to get closer to him and began to squirm at the feelings he elicited from her body. She felt his cock twitch and she wiggled her way along his body so that she could immediately slide herself down the length of him and they both gasped at the feeling. “Impatient woman? Or are you just hot blooded?,” his voice was teasing, but husky with desire and she merely smiled and ground her hips against his before finding a rhythm that was just perfect for the urgent need that she felt. He hands reached up to cup the breasts he had been kissing and he toyed with them, almost roughly before sliding his hands to her hips and just holding on while she rode him.
Allen lost himself in the feel of her wrapped around him and his eyes closed briefly before he opened them again to stare at the beauty before him. Then without warning he wrapped his arms around her tightly and rolled so she was pinned beneath him and drove his cock into her hard and fast, aching with need, wanting to feel her muscles twitch and grab at him. He wanted her to come for him and him alone. Lana lost her breath for a second at the sudden movement and then laughed softly, a deep throaty noise that told him how much she loved it when he took charge like this. Her hips rose to meet his and her legs wrapped around him. The room was permeated with the scent of sex.
Lana flexed and tightened her pussy around Allen’s cock drawing a groan from him as he looked down at her. “Do that again.” She repeated the motion and drew another noise from Allen so she simply didn’t stop what she was doing. Soon they were both moaning and fighting for control of themselves during something so raw and primal between them. As though a dam broke Lana cried out Allen’s name over and over and she was coming on his cock drenching him in her wetness. That was enough for Allen and he swore as his own orgasm followed hers. Lana felt him come, the warmth inside of her, and orgasmed again still whimpering his name. She sighed softly in contentment as he slipped from her body and wrapped himself around her. Lana grinned and snuggled against him and immediately resumed the game from earlier with a song lyric, “And it feels like the first time like it never did before, feels like the first time like we’ve opened up the door, feels like the first time. And it always will I think.” She wondered if she could cuddle closer to him as his voice came back with a lyric of his own, “I don’t want to live without you, I could never live without you, live without your love. And yes, I think it always will too, Princess.” She rolled her eyes at the silly nickname, one she’d earned after she admitted that she had no idea how to cook and leaned up to give him another kiss. “So, now its up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?” And she winked devilishly. He grinned back at her, “Babe, you fill my eyes with that double vision.” And he kissed her already dizzy with need for her again.