My lips find the spot below her ear, and she whimpers again. Demi spreads her legs even wider beneath me as she takes her hand and dips it into my boxers. I already know there’s no going back once I feel her hand wrap around me.
I’ll never feel this turned on by anyone else in my life.
“I have a condom in my wallet,” I say as I pull myself away briefly.
My eyes linger on her as I grab it and pull my boxers down before sliding it over me. Her legs are wide open, and I have half a mind to just devour her again, but she pulls at my forearm.
“Come on, Twelve,” she rasps, and I reach for her T-shirt.
She pulls both arms out, and I can’t help but stare at the woman lying before me. She’s stunning. Every inch, every curve, it’s all I want. Now. Forever. But I don’t say that out loud. The last thing I want to do is scare her away.
“What?” she asks when I don’t immediately move.
“I’m just enjoying the view.”
She smiles from where she’s lying. Dark brown hair splayed over the pillows. Chocolate-coated eyes watching my every move as I bring myself even lower toward her. Her fingers feather my triceps as I’m hovering over her, and I bring my lips to hers.
Demi’s hands grip onto my shoulders and she pulls me closer to her, the tip of my cock grazing her entrance as our kiss deepens.
Slowly, I edge myself in and feel her tense up the second I do.
“Oh fuck. You’re so tight, Dem.”
She lets out a gasp when I push harder, and I feel her fingers press into my back.
“Yes,” I hear her whisper against my shoulder and pride swells in my chest. She feels so fucking good, I can’t believe there’s a chance I could’ve gone my whole life without this.
She inhales sharply when I push in again, pulling out slowly in hopes to help her get used to it. Her little moans and whimpers are enough to send me over the edge, and when I feel her nails digging into my back, pulling me closer, I know she wants more.
“You want all of it, Dem?”
I feel her nod through a moan, and I thrust into her. Her back arches and she cries out as I pull all the way out before thrusting in again. Harder this time.
“Oh fuck,” she cries. Her hand reaches up to her breast, and I quickly move it out of the way and replace it with my mouth.
My teeth pull at her nipple as I keep thrusting into her. My movements slow, but I keep the pressure hard. Consistent. I know it’s what she wants as her body moves in rhythm with mine.
“Keep going,” she says against my ear.
And it’s nothing but our bodies together and heavy panting from us both as we move together in a way I’ve never done before.
I’ve never been so goddamn in sync with someone sexually.
“Fuck, Dem,” I pant out against her breast, feeling myself almost bottom out inside her. I hold still, breathing against her skin and moving my lips up to hers.
“You’re taking me so well,” I whisper against her lips, my voice ragged as I pull out and then thrust back in. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Another thrust.
Demi cries out a string of curses before she pulls my lips to hers. She sucks on my tongue, nipping at it as she starts to shake underneath me. I can feel her walls starting to crumble and know I’m just seconds behind her as I’m pushing in and out, over and over, until Demi completely falls apart under me.
Her hips wiggle and her heart looks like it might beat right out of her chest. She keeps her hands on the back of my neck, bringing her forehead to mine as she whispers “so good” against my lips, and I feel my body jerk at the warmth of her breath against my skin.
My stomach tightens and I growl out a mixture of whimpers and curses as I come harder than I’ve ever come before.
Demi Sanchez has fucking ruined me.
That was—there are no words.
