“Are you okay to hold yourself up like this?” I asked, thinking of how wobbly she’d been earlier.
She nodded. “Please, Noah. I need it.”
“Need this dick?”
“Yes,” she panted, already rolling her hips. “Please, fuck me.Please.”
I fisted my shaft and guided it between her legs, fitting myself to her entrance. She made a needy little noise and pushed backward, seating herself on the head of my cock. I gripped her hips, holding her still, taking a moment to breathe through the spike of pleasure. She tried to push back against me, and I chuckled.
“Such a demanding little thing.”
She made a frustrated noise and tried to move again. I slapped her ass, gently, just a warning, and she froze, but from the way her pussy clamped down on my dick, sheliked it.
“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll give you the fuck you need.” I yanked her backward, burying myself deep, and she gasped, her body locking up at the sudden invasion. “Shhh,” I soothed, easing out of her. “You’re already taking me so good.”
I thrust back in, not going any deeper than I already had, giving her a chance to adjust. She started to relax, and I slammed my hips forward again, bottoming out so hard that my balls slapped against her clit.
She cried out. “Noah! Oh, fuck. So full.”
“Fuller than you’ve ever been?” I demanded, needing to know.
“Yes. God, you fill me up so good.”
My balls tightened to hear her say it, pressure building at the base of my spine that told me I wasn’t going to last long if she kept talking. She’d turned into such a proper lady over the last decade that hearing her speaking filth for me went straight to both of my heads.
She started to relax again, and I took that as my cue to move, looking down as I pulled out, feeling her body grip me tight, seeing my shaft glisten with her arousal before pistoning back in. Nope. I definitely wasn’t going to last long, so I damn well better make this good for her.
I slipped a hand around her hip, stroking it over her belly, lower, until I reached the apex of her thighs. I knew her clit must be swollen from what I’d just done to it, so instead of making direct contact, I placed my index and middle finger on either side of it, pinching gently. She hissed, her hips jerking, and I pulled out before thrusting back into her tight, wet heat.
She arched her back, changing the angle, deepening it, crying out when I rammed home. I picked up speed. She shoved back to meet my thrusts.
“Good. So good,” she panted, her inner muscles squeezing.
I grunted, one hand digging into her hip, my other keeping pressure on her clit. Her ass slapped against my thighs. Our ragged breathing cut the silence of the night, and the smell of sex filled my nose. She felt fucking incredible wrapped around my cock, so hot, so welcoming, her inner walls fluttering against my shaft, milking me, making it impossible for me to hold out.
And then I felt it, the moment she started to tip over the edge again, her pussy squeezing harder, her thrusts coming faster, titties bouncing, ass clapping, thighs shaking.
“Noah!” she yelled, and hearing her call my name while she started to come ripped my own orgasm straight from my soul.
I grabbed both of her hips and worked her up and down my cock, fucking into her with such ferocity that I was worried I might hurt her, until she screamed, “Yes! Harder!”
I gave her what she wanted, gave her all I had, as the pressure inside me built to an almost unbearable degree before detonating with such force that I nearly blacked out. I groaned, my hips slowing as I unloaded deep inside her, gasping for breath because I’d never come so hard in my fucking life.
Afterward, we collapsed against the covers, the sweat starting to cool on our skin as we tried to catch our breath.
“Holy shit, Emma.”
“I know,” she said. “I feel like I just died and came back to life again.”
I choked on a laugh, because she did not just say that.
She rose over me, grinning in the darkness, her hair a mess, lips swollen, her expression filled with feminine satisfaction. Just over her shoulder, the Star-Crossed Lovers finally reached each other, reunited in the heavens, and it was hard not to take it as a sign.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Noah.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Emma.”
Her grin widened. “Can we do that again?”
