Quickie

Her sweats and panties in a pile at the end of the bed, my clothes scattered by the laundry basket. The towel laid out neatly on the bed, god forbid there be a mess.  The shirt is staying on tonight huh, of course it is.  She lays back on the bed and spreads he legs, but no too far.  Not really inviting me in, it is just a quickie after all.  I take the lotion on my fingers and spread it around her pussy lips, but as I push my fingers into her she pulls back slightly, it is just a quickie after all.  I take more lotion and spread it on my shaft, stroking, trying to get myself into the moment.  Quickies just don't light my fire, but hell, it has been so long I will take what I can get.  I kneel over her, kisses are exchanged, love you's, now are you ready, it is a quickie after all.  I slide into her a little at a time, in and out, trying to get her lubricated.  Finally things are flowing good, feeling nice, a slow steady rhythm that's doing all the right things for me.  She starts thrusting harder against me, trying to speed up the pace, she is ready to reach the finish line already.  Inwardly I sigh and remind myself, it is a quickie after all.  If it hadn't been so long since I had enjoyed this it wouldn't be so bad.  But hell, if she wants it over I can fuck her hard and fast.  I adjust myself and pull her legs up higher so that her pussy is pushed forward and I have good angle, then I start thrusting harder and faster pushing all the way into her, our bodies slapping into each other.  Harder and faster our breath getting shorter and quicker, little moans almost like hiccups, mixed haphazardly within, escape her lips.  I feel myself building, I know I don't have much longer, she has lost the rhythm, our dance is a mess of stutter steps, I know she is already convulsing in her own orgasm.  I keep thrusting as fast as I can, my mind focused on that one thing I can get, the release.  My mind pushes over the edge and I slide fully into her, our bodies tight together and my cock convulsing, shooting my cum deep into her, crashing against her wall.  I lay there propped on my elbows, our bodies close together, lost in the release my body so desired, wishing the release my mind so craved could have been there too.  Wishing that the mixed maelstrom of my emotions could have spent themselves in the quiet depths of her soul.