I push the tip of my finger in, and she groans.
Fuck.
I lick my lips, looking up at the ceiling as a layer of sweat coats me.
I don’t feel in control, my need for her too much.
Slowly I sink my finger the rest of the way, right down to the knuckle. She pulls away from me on a sharp intake of breath. “Oh, god!”
I give myself two long pumps; my eyes fixated on the way she tightens around me. I slowly slide my finger out of her, letting my cock fall heavy into the line of her ass.
“You want me here, Pix?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she pants.
I roll my neck, stretching the muscles as they coil tight in anticipation.
“Fuck.” I adjust my knees on her bed as I slide my cock into her pussy, and she contracts around me, coating me like I needed her to.
I pull out and smooth over her hips, line myself up, then push into her.
She moans, deep and throaty, dropping her head to the bed, and I freeze with only the tip inside her, my eyes squeezing tight as I start to see stars.
“Nina,” I bite out.
“More! I. Am. Yours.”
This fucking woman!
“Look at me,” I demand, grasping her neck and angling her face towards me. “Why?”
Lust-filled eyes find mine, but I can’t read her. She is someplace else right now, and I have no idea why.
Why tonight? Is this the universes way of fucking with me?
Her lips part, ready to say something, but my conscience won’t allow it.
Not being able to bear her words, I push the rest of the way into her as I bend forward and take her lips with mine.
“Mase!” she cries out, dragging her mouth away from mine.
I squeeze my eyes tighter, focusing on anything but the feel of her or the delicate moans that fill the room.
My chest heaves as my arousal starts to grow.
“You feel incredible, baby.” I breathe across her shoulder.
“Make it good for me,” she begs.
My hand wraps around her front, the pads of my fingers teasing her clit.
“Yes!”
I feel her convulse, and I can barely stop the tremor that racks through me. I hold my breath and think of anything but where my cock is.
She’s too tight.
“Nina, I’m going to come.” I roll my hips, needing the friction, but knowing it will all end if I move.
