“Yeah, I think that word is allowed too.” I snicker before leaning down to kiss her and pulling back, only to push back inside her.
I take my time, relishing the moment.
We have the whole night.
And morning, if I have any say in it.
Pulling away from her lips, I trail kisses down to her chest, licking her breast before taking one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking on it. Her breaths are on the verge of pants, and she shivers when I let it pop out of my mouth. I relish how her body reacts to me as I make my way to her shoulder, biting down on the point where it meets her throat, causing her pussy to clench around me, and I don’t miss the sharp gasp she releases.
Oh, you like it a little rough?
My hand glides over her tit, squeezing gently, before moving to grasp her wrist, guiding it above her head. I do the same with her other wrist, holding both with one hand while my right hand returns to her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
Fuck, I’m close already, but I need this to last.
“No,” she presses out, her voice trembling and barely above a whisper. I freeze, shocked out of my lusty haze, looking up into her eyes, and the fear I see in them makes my blood turn cold.
Letting go of her immediately, I pull out, rolling off and beside her.
That’s a word I have never heard while already inside a girl.
My heart is racing like crazy after witnessing the panic in her eyes.
What the fuck did I do?
I give her a few moments to breathe before I stammer nervously into the quiet of the room, “What’s wrong? Did… did I hurt you?” I search her face, but it’s so neutral I can’t read anything from her expression. “Did you change your mind? It’s okay if you did, I mean?—”
“No, I haven’t changed my mind. I’m sorry,” she whispers, stopping me short, then she turns to her side to look at me and give me a brief kiss. “Could we just… can you please not hold my wrists down?”
My eyes flicker between hers, but the fear is already gone. All that’s left is an embarrassed sheen. It seems like I triggered something in her with the move, something she’s ashamed of.
What happened to you, pretty girl?
“Do you want to stop? It’s okay, we can…” I start, but she grabs me by the back of my head and brings my lips to hers. I kiss her back, then pull her on top of me before I slide back inside her, my hands on her hips, where they will stay.
I don’t wanna cause that look in her gorgeous eyes ever again.
“Then ride me, Siren,” I whisper against her lips.
She sits up and puts her hands on my chest before she starts moving slowly, grinding herself down on me, and I let her set the pace. God, she looks so beautiful like this, her tits jiggling while she takes me in. Her eyes are closed with a face full of pleasure, and her long blonde hair cascades down her back.
All good intentions fly out of the window when I can’t help but let my right hand wander to her tit, massaging it, and she opens her eyes, watching me again.
Her pussy is so warm and tight, gripping me so damn good.
It’s a feeling I could get used to.
Feels like fucking heaven.
She starts to move faster, and my eyes flutter closed. My head falls back as I get lost in the sensation of her rocking over me.
This is incredible.
Her hands come to lay on my abs before she scratches her nails down, making me groan and shiver. Then she starts to circle her hips, and her breath hitches.
Yes, use me.
I sit up, pulling her close to my chest. She’s sweating just as much as I am, and I lick her throat up to her earlobe, sucking it in. Her arms wrap around my neck, our bodies pressing together.
