My body jerks, feeling anxious and excited at the same time. When we were first together, I had a love-hate relationship with this kind of sex. Then the more he used me this way, the more into it I became. C always brings me to the brink of orgasm before turning aggressive, so coming is inevitable and always leads to a rush of so many dark, sexy feelings.
His fingers are cold as they anoint my little asshole and stretch it. I brace myself against the tile, taking slow shaky breaths. It’s already intense when he pushes two fingers in.
“Oh God,” I murmur under my breath.
He’s patient and slow at first, warming me up until I start to push back toward him. His other arm slides around me, and his fingers rub my clit. The two sensations immediately find each and catch fire inside me.
My nipples pucker, and the ache in my core burns. I draw in a short breath and exhale it as a gasp. It’s easy to become breathless during sex with him.
“Oh, God.” I bite my lip and arch my back.
“Are you gonna be a good girl?” he husks in my ear.
“Yes,” I groan.
When his cock replaces his fingers, my knees almost buckle. It hurts and feels good at the same time.
“Hold onto the towel bar, and keep arching your back.” His breath turns ragged. “Mmm. You feel so good wrapped around me. Just tight enough.” He adds more coconut oil to us, right where my ring is stretched taut and aching.
I hold on as his clever fingers work their magic on my clit. My nervous resistance melts as my hands cling to the hard plastic rung above my head.
His hips press against my ass, his cock driving deep, making my belly vibrate from within. He fucks me slow and deep, all the while keeping me suspended in a state of arousal so sharp it steals my breath.
It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to consume me. I come very hard, my legs shaking from the force of it. He grabs my hips to support me and keep me pinned against him. My hands drop to the tile wall, and I brace myself as he fucks me harder.
My orgasm lingers, bringing on exquisite aftershocks until it finally fades.
The intensity of his big cock in my smallest hole sharpens. My whimpers turn pained, and his fingers tighten on my hipbones. There’s no escape, but I can feel him driving toward orgasm. He’s going to make himself come right away. I pant and force myself not to struggle against what’s happening to me.
When he does come, it feels good, and dirty, and like I’m as much his as I’ve ever been. I shudder.
His arms wrap around me, one hand over the front of my throat, the other across my ribs. His hand grips my breast. He pulls me back against his body, his cock still buried inside me.
He kisses the side of my neck and whispers, “I haven’t done this since us either. Seems like we both remember how to do it right, though.”
His cock withdraws slowly as he turns my head toward my shoulder and kisses me on the mouth. Then he turns my body to face him and pulls me against him, holding me tight.
I cling to him, loving the feel of being in his strong arms.
CONNOR
I wake alonein the bed. The bathroom door stands open, showing me it’s empty.
“Come on, Z,” I murmur with a sigh. I wanted more than a few hours with her. I wanted the whole day and another night or two at least.
My phone’s blinking on the nightstand. I pick it up and find a text she sent an hour ago.
Zoe:sorry to sneak out, felt awkward about the breakfast sitch. not sure…about anything really. except that last night was AMAZING. i know we probably shouldn’t have, but i missed you so much. xo
I shake my head and set the phone back on the nightstand.
Goddamnit. It was a great night, but now that she’s gone it feels like a tease. Only two rounds before we crashed. Barely any conversation. It’s been such a long time. I expected a hell of a lot more.
I wish I knew what the hell’s going on in her head. Between the first and second time we had sex, I raised the subject of the breakup and she still couldn’t—or wouldn’t—put into words exactly what happened. I should’ve pressed her more, but I thought we’d have time. If she hadn’t taken off, I would’ve taken her back to my place. It was a mistake to not take her there last night so I could control how long she’d stay.
Next time, I won’t make the mistake of sleeping with her in someone else’s house.
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