“You may have amnesia.You’ve done this before withme.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Aye, I do,” she said, with a smile.“And I haven’t either.”
He groaned at that.It was endlessly erotic to him that he was the first man to have had her without any barrier.
Leith attempted to move, to feel the sweet slide of her against his cock.
“Ahhh,” he said.“That’s rather—that’s very good.”
He immediately found the sensation too threatening and stilled again.
At this rate, he wasn’t sure how he was to maintain any composure at all.Surely, he was to mortify himself again with her.Although it had become so common at this point that his embarrassment had lessened.
Instead of moving, he kissed her, deeply, and she kissed him back.The wet heat of her mouth mirrored that of her quim and he groaned aloud again.
“I am going to spill very quickly,” he panted.
She laughed.“I do not care.Take your pleasure, my love.”
My love.
The words pierced him.He knew that she meant it as only a meaningless endearment and yet the combination of her sweet words and her sweet cunt undid him.
He could deprive himself no longer.
He withdrew a little and then plunged back into her.His body sang in pleasure.He repeated the motion and found himself on the brink.Once more, he managed to withdraw and thrust, and then he could risk it no longer.He stilled.
“God, Beatrice,” he panted.“You are so good to me, my love.Too good.”
She spread her legs wider, just a little, and it nearly undid him.
“Easy, love.”
She had her hand on the nape of his neck.
“Thomas,” she whispered into his ear.“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” he panted.“God, yes.”
She moved against him again and he moaned.
“And why are you going to come for me?”
“Because your pussy is perfect.”
Because I love you, he thought to himself.He could feel the words on his tongue.He wanted to say them, he realized, as much as he wanted to come.
“Is this needy cock going to take what it wants?”she whispered.
“If you let me,” he said, not realizing how honest he was being, until the words were already out of his mouth.“If you let me, I’ll take everything that you give me.”
She moved her hand down to his arse and grasped him there.She kneaded his flesh and he relished the slight pain that she raised.Then she pressed her palm flat against him and urged him upwards into her.He slid deeper into her channel and cried out.
“Not yet,” she said, stilling him.“You feel so good.And I am so close.”
He gave an incoherent cry at that.He’d had no idea that she was on the brink herself.
