Her inner muscles began to ripple. He released her hips, pressed his thumb against the hood of her clit, and thrust his engorged cock into her slick, hot sheath.
“Jordan!” Her legs locked around his hips and she threw her head back as she came.
He withdrew and pushed forward again. His balls drew up and he tried to hold off. He wanted her orgasm to last, to draw out until she begged for mercy, but he didn’t think he was going to last that long.
She clenched and unclenched around him, trying to milk his cock as he thrust into her. In his mind, he started to break down his M-4 rifle, listing the parts and their functions. Anything to stave off blowing his load too soon.
A shudder wracked her body and he gritted his teeth. He watched her come down from her high, her breasts rosy and flushed, a matching hue high on her cheeks. He continued to thrust into her as her muscles relaxed one by one. Her eyes fluttered and he buried himself all the way in, balls flush with her ass.
“You didn’t come.”
“Not yet. I want you to come again.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
He sat back on his knees, pulled her legs from around his waist, and propped her calves on his shoulders. “I think we can make it happen.”
She shook her head. “I’ve never had more than one orgasm while having sex, Jordan.”
He withdrew slowly, until only the tip of his cock was in her. “Challenge accepted.” He thrust forward and she sucked in a breath. He rubbed small, hard circles around the hood of her clit while he stayed buried inside her.
“You’ve had more than one orgasm while someone’s played with your clit, right?”
Her breath escaped in a gasp. “Yes.”
“So if I play with your clit while my cock’s buried in your tight, wet pussy you’ll probably come again, right?”
“Maybe.” Her hips jerked.
Yeah, she was going to come again. He continued to rub his thumb in circles, first one direction, then the other. A flush started to spread across her chest again. He let go of her calf where he held it and pinched her nipple.
“Oh, fuck.” Her teeth bit her bottom lip and her head fell to the side.
He pulled out and slammed forward. “That’s right, Emme. Feel it. Can you feel my cock pulsing in you?”
“Yes,” she gasped. Her breathing was nothing but gasps. He switched hands, pinching her other nipple and rubbing her clit in the other direction.
“Shit. Jordan, please.”
He withdrew and thrust again. “Please what?” He wanted to possess her. Destroy her for all other men, because there was never going to be anyone else for her.
“Fuck, make me come. Move. Do something!”
He twisted her nipple, slammed forward, and pulled on her clit at the same time.
She screamed and her walls clamped down on his cock. That was what he needed. He fell forward and braced his weight on his hands, driving his dick into her pussy as she came again. It took only seconds for his orgasm to explode out of him.
He threw his head back and roared. Her legs fell to his waist and he buried himself to the hilt. Collapsing forward, he kept enough sense to brace his weight. Her hand found the side of his face and he pressed a kiss to her palm before kissing her mouth.
“Told you you could do it.”
A satisfied smile played at her mouth. “I don’t think I survived it though.”
Jordan rolled to the side and kissed the space between her breasts. “We’ll find out after we eat.”
“Huh?”
He winked and got up to throw away the condom and get the food. She was going to need her strength for round two.
