Rip
I’ve never done this. It’s too intimate. Too personal. However, there’s no place else I’d rather be now. I would die before leaving this pussy. She tastes and smells better than I ever imagined.
She mewls like a cat and grinds underneath me. Strong fingers get tangled in my hair. She pulls hard, but I don’t care if I go bald after this.
She spreads her legs wider for me. She’s unkempt. There’s way more hair than I’m used to, but that doesn’t bother me. I lick and suck until she calls me God and convulses underneath me.
Reluctantly, I leave the feast between her legs. She lets out a rushed breath when I flip us over and put her on top of me. She’s not shocked for long. Both hands land on my chest, and her soft lips plant a whisper of a kiss on my skin. I’m so shocked that I freeze, but she flicks my nipple with her tongue, and I almost fall off the bed.
Her head rises, and we lock eyes. Other than lust, I can’t get a read on her. Our mutual attraction is the only thing I’ve ever been sure about when it comes to her. Even her fear that first night was surface-level. I wanted her to be afraid, and she was, but only briefly. Her fear ended when we touched. That’s the moment we began this dance.
I’m supposed to be the big, bad guy, but right now, I feel like she has all the power, and I don’t like that.
I grab her hips, and she straddles me. When I move my head and take one of her stiff nipples between my teeth, she growls like a tigress, and I’ve never felt more wanted by a woman. Her scent is enough to drive me insane. I bury my face between her breasts, lick between them, and sigh at the softness of her skin. I’d consume her if I could because after today, there’s no way I want to share her with the outside world.
I look into her dark eyes and ask, “Are you ready?” I know she must think I’m asking if she’s ready for me. If she’s prepared for me to be inside of her, but that’s a foregone conclusion. She doesn’t know that her life has already changed, and after today, it will never be the same again. Not for either of us.
“Yes,” she says.
I lift her. She’s weightless in my arms. I get a whiff of her again, and I feel drunk. And like a drunk man, a man unable to think and use common sense, I lift her to the tip of my dick. She slides down, and I almost die. Death by bliss. That’s what they would write on my headstone, but I’m not ready to leave this earth yet. Not when I’ve just found her.
I sit up while she adjusts to my size. I know I’m big. She winces, but throws her head back. Her nostrils flare, and I wrap an arm around her waist to keep her secure.
She moves, and her mouth lands on mine. I kiss her like I’ve never kissed another woman before. I kiss her as if I’ve beenwaiting my entire life for this one moment. I let her taste herself on my tongue. I give her all of it before I thrust inside of her.
“Hmm,” she moans. “God, yes.” Her words are but a whisper, but they speak to the deepest and darkest parts of me.
I thrust again, and she bounces. I leave her mouth and bite her shoulder. She groans. I suck where I just bit, ensuring she leaves here marked, if I ever allow her to leave. Then, I bite her again.
We find our rhythm.
Her pussy gets wetter with each thrust. She throws her head back and mutters nonsense. I pull her head back down and shut her up with another kiss. One where I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and suck it hard.
She puts both hands on my chest, and I flex my pecs for her. I pick up the pace and thrust deep. With my free hand, I go between her pussy lips and roughly rub her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she yells into the bedroom right before she throws her head back and comes apart in my arms.
I thrust a few more times. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Rip,” she mutters, and that takes me over the edge. I finally erupt inside of her. She convulses, and so do I. I convulse so hard that she almost falls off my lap, but I manage to keep her in place.
Minutes pass and neither of us speaks. It’s like waking up after a night of drunkenness and wanting to slap yourself for your irresponsible behavior. For the first time in my life, I was inside a woman with no barrier, and as much as I’ve stalked her, I have no idea if she’s on birth control. I don’t remember seeing any when I snooped in her messy bedroom and bathroom.
She remains on top of me, with her head now buried in my chest. I don’t know if that’s because she can’t get enough of me or if she’s too afraid to face me. I run my hand down her naked, sweaty back. Her skin is like silk. I plant a soft kiss on the shoulder I bit earlier and run my tongue along it.
She doesn’t move. My dick is no longer inside of her. It’s now a soft mess, but I know it will be ready to go again at any moment.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask softly after another moment of tense silence.
She nods but offers no words.
“Are you hungry?”
There’s no nod this time, only another long, awkward silence. She lifts her head from my chest, but won’t look at me, not even when I grab her chin between my fingers and try to force her eyes on me.
She attempts to get off me, but I hold her in place.
“You’ve never been one not to speak.” I don’t speak softly or whisper this time. I use my authoritative voice, the voice she’s used to.
“I want to leave,” she says without making eye contact. Her voice lacks her usual fire, and I don’t like that.
