I can’t talk. I might not ever be able to again, actually, if I get any more of him in my mouth, but god, I want to.
His taste has done something to my insides, flipped them around and rearranged them and now I’m writhing on the floor. I’m soaking and I need pressure between my legs and I can’t…quite…get it.
I pull back for air, let my eyes take in his monster dick, with its fat, dark, almost red tip, where droplets gather like dew. With a flutter of excitement, I measure his girth with my hand. My fingers don’t touch.
He caresses my head and I lean back and meet his lust-clouded gaze. “So?” I ask, flirty and on fire. “How do they look?”
“Look?”
“My lips.” I lick him slowly, like a lollipop, watching him the whole time. “Around your cock?”
His erection pulses at my words and, like a switch that’s been flipped, his expression goes from dazed and lost to razor sharp, almost mean.
Funny, how after everything’s said and done, I love that meanness. In the sack, at least. Or, in this case, on the parquet floor of his apartment.
“I don’t know, love. Give us another go, would you?” His hand clenches my hair, just enough to guide, but not hurt. For a few seconds, he watches my face. “This good?”
I nod. “Yeah. Yeah, tighter.” I sink my face onto him, as far as I can go, then I hold it and, finally drag myself back. I’ve teared up, spit’s gathered in my mouth. No way can I do this with my mouth alone. It takes both hands the next time I engulf him, with a hint of pressure from his palm. Oh, God, I’m squirming now, trying and trying to get friction on my clit or, hell, any part of me. I think I’ll come if we keep at it.
Another dip, slow and tight, then back for a deep inhale and then another and another. I pick up the pace and lose myself in the motion and he goes wild up there, cursing and moaning and grunting like an animal.
“Look at you, all flushed and filthy. Look at you taking it like that, so pretty, so…Aaaaaah, tight. Fuck, I need deeper. I need your cunt, sweet girl. I need to plow you so badly, need your wet, slippery…”
Before I know what he’s doing, I’m on my back, the floorboards hard beneath me. I don’t care, though. I’m open and pulsing and swollen and all I want is all of him.
And then he’s above me, sliding on a condom with record speed and I mutter something about how we need long term birth control if we’re going to do this a lot and that definitely pushes him into a fresh wave of overdrive. He rubs himself through my wetness.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck, all this for me.” Another slide, another set of filthy-sounding moans from both our mouths and then, “Hold on tight. I’m coming in.”
I take him at his word and grab his arm—still clothed in his coat, which will strike me as funny later.
He presses in once. There’s little give. Again, just the tip. He pulls out, stares down at what he’s doing, then glances up at my face. “It’s fucking gorgeous. You’re all pink and plump and perfect with that tiny little hole. All for me. I’m fucking hard as goddamn nails and you’re taking me.”
Slowly, but I am.
Another inch, another, punctuated by his grunts and my gasps and, after our eyes meet and hold, a long, lush, deep kiss that feels like our souls clash and meld and then he’s in and I’m…
“Fuck, I’m coming.”
He looks up. “Already?”
“It’s…you’re…”
“Yeah, you feel that? You dirty, dirty girl.” He slams inside and all I can do is whimper. “Feel how good it is?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, yes, yes. So good.”
He’s pumping faster, higher, then shifts his weight onto one hand and presses his other hand low on my abdomen, which no one has ever done before, and—
I’m coming. The feeling’s high and sharp, starting in my belly, my pussy, and spreading out, out, wide, wider than me, which isn’t possible, but fuck, fuck, fuck…
He puts more pressure on that spot, hitting something inside me and I come harder, somehow, or a second time. I don’t know. My eyes roll back and I’m gone.
Lost. Floating. My skin fizzing, my veins popping, sparking.
He pushes inside me once, twice more, and then stays there and jerks with a sound unlike anything I’ve heard him make, and I wrap my arms around him, and wait it out.
When I come back to the room, I see the lights first, twinkling around the edges of the ceiling. Then, the pain of the floorboards biting into my ass, Colin’s weight on my body, the warmth of his breath against my neck.
