Up this close, I can see the fast fluttering of her pulse, the way it thrums beneath the thin skin of her neck like a butterfly’s wings. Her chest rises and falls rapidly too, tits heaving, breathing laboured as if she’s just ran the infamous London marathon.
Calla peers down at the wetness covering us both, the proof of her orgasm staining my once light grey coloured blankets a much darker gunmetal shade.
“Sorry,” she croaks, her voice even huskier than usual. Probably from all the screaming. I can’t help but be pretty pleased by that thought. “I should have warned you that we’d need a towel.”
I cradle my hand around her thigh, smearing her cum and my spit into her skin as I peer down at her. She’s so fucking pretty. Even more so with her heavy-lidded eyes, smeared with dark makeup, a high crimson blush on her cheeks I don’t think is from a rouge pot, strands of hair mussed up and messy from my grip and red raw nipples, puffy and abused from my teeth, tongue and lips.
“Does it happen every time?” I ask.
Calla shakes her head, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she answers.
“Not every time… but most times.” Her eyes fix on mine. “Especially if you know what you’re doing.”
I feel my chest puff up at Calla’s words.
Pushing a lock of hair back behind her ear, I slide my lips against hers, once, twice, three times. The taste of Calla is addicting. She’s like a sugar high; once you get a taste, you just can’t seem to quit.
Nor am I sure I want to…
“Blake,” Calla moans when she begins to get restless on my lap, squirming and shuffling her legs. I knead at her heavy tits to appease her, guessing she’s more than ready for another ride. “I need you.”
“Move further up the bed, then,” I direct her on a puff of air.
While Calla shuffles upwards towards my pillows, I snatch the unopened box of condoms I’d thrown haphazardly on my nightstand in favour of getting my cock sucked. I rip the hygienic seal off with my teeth, spitting the plastic somewhere onto the floor, ungraciously shoving my fingers inside to pluck out a square foil packet.
I rip that open, too, rolling the condom down over my hard cock, smearing precum down my length, before I climb back onto my bed behind Calla.
She’s balancing herself on her knees, her cheek resting on the pillow I sleep on, arms stretched out above her head.
Reaching out, I run a hand down the entire length of her back; from the nape of her neck to the two divots sitting on just above her arse, on either side of her spine. Calla shivers under my attention, a moan escaping her when I pet at her puffy pussy, smearing her slick over us both.
Pressing the front of my corded thighs to the back of Calla’s much softer ones, I line myself up at her wet entrance, sliding the head of my cock through her folds once, twice, three times.
“You okay?”
“Mhm.” Calla bobs her head. “Please,Blake.”
That sweet plea of hers breaks my paper-thin tether of patience, the one that has me trying to be a gentleman, leaving me to allow my hind brain to take over.
Holding myself steady at the base, I drive my hips forward, filling Calla in one fluid motion. I groan at the tight feel of her surrounding me, the ecstasy rushing through my veins whitening out my vision and stealing my breath.
Calla isn’t fairing much better if the way she swears into my pillow is anything to go by. Her hips stutter, sinking back on me for that last inch, until my pelvis is snug against the soft curve of her shapely arse.
“Feels so good…you feel so fucking good,” she slurs, raising her head to peer back at me with heavy eyes. I can tell it takes all of her energy, in the same way it’s taking all of my energy and willpower not to just rut into her like an animal…
“Tell me how you want it, Calla,” I manage to grit out, moulding my hands to Calla’s hips and squeezing – hard – at the same time as I squeeze my eyes shut tight in an attempt to stave off the familiar tingling sensation starting in my balls and spreading across my low back.
She answers croakily and without hesitation, sending my heart ramming against the protective shell of my ribcage. “Rough.”
Fucking hell…
Clenching my jaw, I hinge at my hips, draping myself over Calla’s smooth back to whisper deep into her ear.
“I can’t promise you that I’ll be a gentleman right now.”
Calla snorts into my pillow, fluttering her walls around me, causing silver stars to burst behind my lids. “I don’t want you to be. I want you tofuckme.”
She punctuates her filthy words with a snap of her hips, pushing backwards until I get the not-so-subtle hint.
