“Fuck, your hand feels good.”
“It could feel better.” I get to the top of his boxers and grab the waistband, pulling it down, stretching it below his third leg. And that’s no exaggeration. The thing is massive, and it makes me even wetter, if that’s possible.
“Shit, you’re fucked up.” He shakes his head against the pillow below him, but his hands don’t stop me. “But so am I.” He rubs his hands up and down my arms as I gently glide mine down his cock once more before I move up on my knees.
I grab his cock and rub the head of it against my clit, moaning and groaning at the feel of him against me.
“Shit,” he grits out as I keep doing it over and over. I hold it up against my pussy and rub myself along him with no barrier between us. It feels so good.
“Please, just give me a little more. Just a little.”
He pants as he watches me, and I bite my lip, looking at him with hope in my eyes, begging with everything I have but not saying the words.
“Okay,” he huffs out as if it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. “Just a little.”
I dip his dick inside me. Just the tip. It’s a stretch, and I grimace, but it feels good. Too good.
“How’s that, Peaches? That good for you? Shit, we need to stop.” He’s panting and gripping my hips so hard I’ll have bruises in the morning.
“Just a little more. It feels so good. God, you’re so big. How do you even fit?” The tip is pushing me to my limits, and it’s barely in. The burn is like what I feel when I’ve been out in the sun too long. It tingles, and I should step away. Go inside or at least put more sunscreen on. But just like when I’m getting burned, I stay.
I push forward.
Or in this case, down.
“Ahhh!” I scream as I seal his cock all the way inside me. He’s so big. And with me on top, I swear a part of him is touching the back of my throat as I bounce on him.
“Shit. Fuck, what did you do? Goddammit. You’re tight, Peaches. Fucking tight.” He’s protesting with his mouth, but his hands are still on me, moving me back and forth, just like when I was riding his cloth-covered dick the first time.
Having him inside me is what dreams are made of, even if I’ve never dreamed this. It’s better than sex, because this isn’t just sex. It can’t be. The colors are too bright. The feel of his hands on me is sparking into my soul so much that it’s almost a problem.
And still…
“More,” I moan.
He pinches my clit between two knuckles, and I come hard. I fall forward and take his mouth in a full-on kiss. Something we haven’t done since all this started. Something that should have happened at the start, but it seems to be our ending.
Or maybe just the midpoint. Because while I saw heaven in his arms, Kooper is still rock-hard and pushing into me over and over.
We roll, and he grabs my head, holding it in the perfect position as he takes what he wants and finds his release, shaking and shivering on bated breath but never once stopping our kiss.
His body stills over mine, but we don’t separate. We stay locked in each other’s arms and continue kissing. Doing what we should haveonlydone from the start, though we seem to be making up for it now.
And when he grows hard again inside me?
I lock my ankles behind his back, and we ride the wave of pleasure together till the heat dies down and we fall asleep in each other’s arms, never once detaching.
Chapter 27—Kooper
Imust be dreaming. That’s the only reason I wake in the middle of the night and smell peaches and cream and feel a warm body wrapped around mine. One that’s soft and naked. That fits perfectly in my arms as she lies on me. Whose soft snores bring a smile to my lips.
And because of who I think it is in my arms, I refuse to open my eyes and wake from this slumber land.
The world isn’t the same anymore. I woke up the morning before thinking one way. Having a plan and a focus. And now this. The plan? Out the window. Completely fucked. There’s no way I’m going back to what it was before.
In my dream, I had a taste. More than a taste—I ate the whole damn peach and rolled in the juices. I took everything I wanted and let her take as well. She flourished without me lifting a hand. It was amazing to see. And imagining what it could be like if I had directed, if I had taken control? It could only have been better.
If that’s even possible.
