As well as everyone else, Alex was a little self-conscious about her body. Years of comparing herself to her supermodel-thin sister might have something to do with said self-consciousness, but truth be told was Alex was incredible gorgeous in her own right: The face of an angel and a body that had (as her ex Ben would put it) "all the right junk in all the right places." So even though she sometimes didn't feel like it she was certainly a hottie.
That said, this Bill guy was chiseled like a Greek statue and, being a firefighter, he wasn't just swimsuit calendar material, he most likely have been in more than one.
But it wasn't only his good looks that had Alex hooked. Sure, the looks and the extra high-quality boning where more than fine, but she was really into this sweet, albeit kinda dumb guy. Since figuring this out the sex had become a tad more intense.

Alex slowed down (but didn't stop) the back-and-forth her hips where performing on top of Bill and let go of the headboard, placing her hands over her lover shoulders. She started to slowly slide her hands all across Bill's muscle bound arms (from shoulder to wrist) while sitting down completely vertical above him. She arched her back a little making her already quite notorious rack to stand out even more. You could clearly see the broken-hearted look on Bil's face when her boobs became out of reach, but before he could do anything about it she graved both his hands and placed them on each of her glorious tits. He firmly (yet carefully) started to squeeze them at the same time both their eyes locked onto each other's.
She slowed down her rocking even more and switched to circular clockwise hip rotations. She knew she was super wet, as was always the case when they had sex (they certainly had done it a LOT for the short time that have elapsed since they met,) but she was still able to feel everything: Not just how hard he was (rock-hard, by the way) but also every single inch of her pussy being touch at the same time every time she moved.

Bill wasn't just the biggest guy she's ever been with by a long shot, but was also comfortably above the average mark. On one of their early hook ups (the second time she gave him head, to be exact) she had the kinky idea of actually measure it up. A kink that she had picked up during her relationship with Ben, only this time around she wasn't measuring a 4" pecker but a beautiful and just shy of 8" cock that also had quite the girth. Giving him head was actually quite troublesome, but after enough foreplay (which Bill never made her lacking) she'd had no trouble taking him inside her.

"Girl you have hit the Jackpot!" the girl though to herself the first time she rode him while experiencing a feeling of fullness that was completely alien to her. Riding the fuck out of a not premature big dick was certainly a big plus of Bill's, but the thing she liked the most was the chemistry between them, the manner in which word weren't necessary to understand each other physically. Still locked into his eyes, she decided to try the something she loved the most about sex with him. She stopped moving for a second and rested her chest over his and, using her elbows as support, she held her face in front of his, reaching out for a passionate kiss.

She really enjoyed making out with him, she really really enjoyed little pauses during sex to make out hit him WHILE he was hard and deep inside her. But this was not just about the kisses, it was about creating an opportunity for him to take matters into his own hands (regardless if he knew it or not.)

"YASSS!" she screamed inside her head when she noticed his hands reach for her ass-cheeks followed by a strong impulse from Bill's back that lifted them both out of bed. She quickly hugged his waist with her legs and threw her arms around his neck for support. There they were, standing in the middle of the room when she planted a final wet sloppy kiss in his mouth.
That was when, still firmly holding her by her ass, he started moving her. This was the moment when the "almost silent" part of the evening went right out the window: She loved the way he could easily lift her AND fuck her while standing up and she certainly made no effort whatsoever to hide that fact. Later that evening the way she was blissfully moaning directly in Bill's right ear while she tightly hugged him with arms and legs, would end make her feel self-conscious ("Maybe we should 've put some music on!" "Like music was going to be able of hiding that kind of noise!") But none of that mattered now: All that mattered to her right now was to be unceremoniously dicked up by the sculptured hottie that held her mid-air like a ragdoll while buried deep inside in her absolutely drenched pussy.
Without even stopping, Bill started to move towards the dorm room door and gently rested part of Alex's weight against it. She could feel him getting harder and harder inside her (knowing they were about to finish) and when she fell the weight of his perfectly exercised torso all over her, gently pressing her against the door, she completely creamed herself ("creamed" being the word she'll use albeit only to introspectively) all over him. The moans started to flow uncontrollably from her mouth just as much as the love juices started doing it so from her pussy. This orgasm hit her like a freight train while her vaginal muscles started to convulse all over Bill's erection, there was nothing he could do against the might of such a pussy, except to brutally come while still rocking his hips and thrusting inside her.

Even though she still was in the middle of her own orgasm, she could feel the violent way her lover was cumming. She felt his dick slightly engorge and tremble repeatedly as he let out jet, after jet, after jet, after jet of hot cum inside the condom. If not for the condom he'd probably knocked her up, the girl though for a moment. The passing thought of being fertilized made her pussy twitch, which in time made Bill try to bury his dick as far inside her as possible, which in turn make her let out one of the sweetest moans Bill's ever heard in his whole life.

Their eyes for the first time since they stood up from the bed. They laugh, and then they passionately kiss. If they weren't so tired up, such a kiss most certainly will lead to more sex.

Maybe it still will.