I chuckle, “You think you can take me again?”
“No,” She laughs, “But I want to. Even if I can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Trouble,” I groan, “You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you till you can’t walk.”
“Then do it.” She says, “Don’t worry about my pain, we knew it was going to hurt.”
“Ness,” I sigh, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Iwantit to hurt, Kolt. It makes it real, and I want you regardless. Make me come, Kolt,” She pleads, “Fuck me until I come against you. Show me what it’s supposed to be like. You’re the only one I trust.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I admit, “I don’t know if the pain will be too much for you to be able to come.”
“Let me try,” She says.
I follow the curves of her body with my hands, committing every part of her to memory before I shut the shower off and guide her back to the bedroom. Taking a seat on the edge of the mattress, I move her to stand her in front of me, a lone water bead running down her stomach which I lean forward to lick up. She shivers in my hands, her breathing hard and fast as I keep mapping out her body with my fingers, feeling, caressing, worshipping. Her skin pebbles and she lets out a sweet little sigh that my cock jerks at. All her noises, all the little whimpers and moans are the best music. I run my hand up the inside of her thigh, careful as I passthem over her pussy, watching her face for any hints that it’s too much.
She doesn’t flinch, not once, instead she starts to roll her hips against my hand, working herself up until I can barely take another second.
I need to be in her again, to feel that grind of her hips against me. Grasping her at the back of her thighs, I gently coax her toward me until she can straddle my thighs.
“Sit on my cock, trouble,” I guide, “Work yourself against me. Show me what you like.”
“What if I do it wrong?” She breathes, hovering over the tip of me.
“You can’t do it wrong, baby girl, I promise.”
With her hands gripping my shoulders and my fist holding the base of my cock, I help her as she starts to lower, going slow to allow me in. Fuck she feels so damn good, hot and wet and tight. Her nails claw into my skin as she lifts and lowers herself again, taking more of me with each go round until she’s fully seated against me, her body pressed impossibly close and still I wanted her closer. I dip my head to take a rosy hardened nipple between my teeth and she jerks against me, letting out a moan that makes me want to fuck her hard and rough.
I won’t do that though.
“Ride me, trouble,” I rasp against her skin.
She begins a gentle roll of her hips and slowly, I edge down until my back is against the mattress, my hands gripping her toned thighs as her head tips back, hands on my pecs as she finds a rhythm, pumping me in and out of her body as she goes.
I become a little obsessed with how she looks, wet hair pushed back, falling in waves, breasts bouncing as she rocks against meand fuck, my cock sawing in and out of her feels like damn heaven.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, “Look at you, so fucking pretty like this.”
“Kolt,” She whimpers my name, bringing herself forward until her lips are pressed to mine. I grasp her, circling my arms to keep her there. I can feel her grinding against me like this, rocking her body over my cock as her clit rubs on me. “It feels so good.”
“Keep going, trouble,” I groan into her mouth, “Come for me.”
She kisses me deeply, continuing her rhythm until I feel her body shudder and her pussy start to twitch. She cries against my lips as her orgasm rocks through her and the sensation is enough to spur on my own. I spill into her, fingers digging into her skin as pleasure bursts through me.
Spent and sweaty, she lays atop me, her breathing heavy before she slips off, and lands on the mattress next to where I lay.
“That was so much better than I thought it would be.” She giggles, crawling up the bed until she collapses onto the pillows, her eyes heavy.
“Thank you,” I lay next to her, “For giving me something that special.”
A light smile touches her lips and while I should urge her to go clean up, I’m too content watching her. The sun has started to set beyond the window and the apartment is silent other than the ticking of the clock.
I watch as she falls asleep, her face buried into the pillows, naked body cooling with red marks on her thighs left by my hands.
It’s all borrowed time, her, and me. The tick of the clock hammers home just how true that is.
I stay for another hour watching her sleep, repeating it over and over in my head.
