“Fuck, James. I’m gonna?—”
I increase my pace and grind my hips into the mattress, hungry for friction. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard as I continue to drive my fingers into her. She falls apart. Her pussy soaks my hand. The sound of me slipping in and out of her is positively feral. She releases a long string of moans as her inner walls flutter and contract around me. I lap up her release as she comes all over my mouth, petering off my movements to wring every last tremor out of her.
Spent, she softens under my touch, sighing as I slide my fingers out.
My stubble is coated in her. She watches me, cheeks and chest rosy, as I lift my fingers to my mouth and suck her juices off.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“You feel so good,” she breathes.
I crawl up her body and flop down beside her, pulling her into the crook of my arm. She rolls onto her side so we’re facingeach other. Lifting her hand, she wipes my facial hair, giggling, before resting it over my racing heart. I pull her closer, revelling in the comfort of having her so near.
I lean in and press my forehead against hers. “How do you feel?” I ask softly.
“Amazing, thank you,” she replies, obliterating any hesitation I had about the possibility of us before tonight. I’ve had one taste, and it’s already an addiction.
Her eyelids drift closed as my thumb strokes back and forth gently over her shoulder. She looks so peaceful and serene, as if she’s reciting a silent prayer.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she says.
“Me too.”
“Is it wrong? This?Us?” Her voice has an edge to it, as if she’s hesitant to ask the question. I can understand why, because it’s the same question that’s occupied my mind for the last few months. Only now, I’ve decided that I don’t care. I can’t help but feel that if something comes so naturally and effortlessly, it can’t possibly be wrong.
Tonight feels as if the universe somehow shifted everything into place, and this is where she is supposed to be. In my arms. Her skin against mine feels like a truth I can’t argue with.
“I don’t think anything has felt more right.”
She lifts up and presses her lips to mine. I sweep my tongue against hers, and she opens for me, tasting herself. Her hand slips between us, catching on the elastic of my briefs. I can’t believe I’m still wearing these. I lift my hips to help her tug them off and my cock springs free. Her expression shifts, shocked or amazed, as she takes me in.
“James, that thing is huge.”
I chuckle, pushing her hair from her face, then I groan as she fists my shaft and runs her thumb over my sensitive crown, smearing my precum before pumping firmly.
“Fuck, April.”
“Does that feel good?”
“That feelssogood.”
She increases her pace. I snake my hand between her legs to find her sopping. I trace laps around her clit before she uses the hand resting on my chest to push me onto my back. In one swift motion, she kicks her leg over my thighs to straddle me.
I wrap my hands around her hips, squeezing her ass firmly before sliding them up the smooth curve of her back. With a quick, practiced motion, I snap open her bra, watching as the delicate lace fabric falls away. She briefly releases me to slip the straps off her. I cup her perfect, perky tits, weighing them in my hands. She lowers herself, rubbing and smearing her wetness over my erection. I take in her naked body on top of mine, totally awestruck. Her dips and curves make it seem as if she were carved by hand.
I sit up, and she instinctively adjusts, winding her legs around my torso and her arms around my neck, pulling us closer.
“Sweetheart, that feels so good. I’m not going to last much longer.”
“I want you to come inside me.” Her words almost make me fall apart. The thought of being inside her, feeling her squeezing my cock as I fill her, sets me on fire.
“Are you sure?”
She nods, full of intent.
“Are you on the pill?”
“I have an IUD.”
