I turn her over, peeling the clothes from her body and tugging down the oversize sweatpants covering her lower half. She’s just as pretty from the back as the front, maybe even more so because I don’t have to see what I’ve done to keep her mouth shut.
A batch of riotous yellows, oranges, and an almost vicious shade of tangerine dance over the skin of her back. I rest back on my heels, stroking my hands from the nape of her neck to the dimples of her lower back, seeing them react and adjusting my firmness as they change their vibrant instructions.
When all the colours are broadcasting green, good to go, I lean down to run my tongue along her flesh, sampling her taste like a connoisseur.
The skin along her backbone has a faint salty tang to it. A perfect counterpoint to the throbbing sweetness of her pussy. After playing there for a few minutes, I rub some of her wetness up to her tight arsehole, poking the tip of my finger inside, chuckling as she jumps.
Then I set to work for real, tilting her hips back towards me while I tongue her from her pulsing clit, all the way along her folds to her entrance. My thumb slips in and out, doubling in force as I watch her respond, despite herself. Despite her protestations.
The buck of her hips is just as satisfying as I thought it would be. Her sweet moans are audible even with the tape in place. I raise onto my knees, drawing her up into the same position in front of me. Her splayed legs and high rump send another rush of blood into me until my cock can barely throb it’s so erect.
I take myself in one hand, still pumping my thumb in and out of her with the other. I tease her at first, inserting the head and pulling out, again and again, until even her moans of protest turn into whimpers.
There are condoms in my wallet. There are probably some in the cupboards or lying forgotten down the back of the pull-out sofa. But as I play with her, I don’t want to lose any sensation.
From tomorrow I can be good, do the things I’m meant to. For now, I want to take her raw. As raw as my emotions when she turned me down, over and over. As raw as my chest when she reached inside, lifted out my heart, and crushed it for pleasure. For enjoyment. For fun.
So when I slide my length into her, I feel everything. The pulse of her muscles dragging against my most sensitive skin, the wet embrace of her warm, welcoming pussy.
The deeper I go, the more I can feel. The more she makes that whimper in the back of her throat. Until I’m in so far that my balls pull in tight, thinking they might be next if I keep thrusting forward.
Em hits behind her with her free hand and I take it in mine, intertwining our fingers and folding it up her back, another lever of control.
I think of the bathroom, at Nate’s party. Think of me pleading just to be allowed into any part of her life, no matter how small.
I think of how I was prepared to share.
A foreign concept that lost something in translation. I’m not letting anyone else near this cacophony of beauty. Not now. Never again. I won’t let anyone feast their eyes on her naked, willing body or see how her skin flushes as she sinks deeper into the sensations I’m unleashing upon her.
I pull back, watching as the cream from her slick insides fastens to the length of my cock. That’s mine.
I thrust forward again, taking her in one long smooth stroke that makes my nipples harden and the hairs at the nape of my neck stand on end.
That’s mine.
I lay my free hand on the dimples in her lower back. Filling their indents with my fingertips. Mine.
Em squirms under me, the wriggles adding another layer of delight to our coupling. Then she collapses her knees, so she’s prone, my cock jammed so far inside her it must be rearranging her insides.
It feels like I’m stretching the entire length of her, that if I don’t watch myself, the head will poke out her mouth, impaling her from tip to toe. From cunt to throat.
She tries to bring her legs together and I easily use my knees to force them apart. The noises coming from behind the tape grow in intensity as she struggles. I make sure her head is turned to the side. Her cheek resting on the pillow. Her frantic eye trying to see far enough behind her to get me in her sights.
I put more weight on the hand pressing against her lower back. Forcing her farther into the mattress so when I withdraw and plunge into her again, every part of her is driven into the bedding, increasing the friction against her clit, getting her one step closer to coming and clenching those muscles hard enough around me I’ll be able to feel the individual spasms as the orgasm tears through her.
The hand holding hers moves, turning it so my fingers are clenched hard with hers, a double fist that I press at her shoulder height. When I continue to thrust into her, increasing the speed of my stroke, I bang into her with enough force to bounce the headboard off the wall. A rhythmic clap like a solo round of applause at the spectacle.
Mine.
Mine when I remove my hand from her back and reach beneath the crush of her body to stroke her slick folds, circling her clit, teasing it as the muscles grow tenser, close to release as I keep pounding into her pliant body.
When her orgasm hits, it’s better than I thought. Her muscles pulsing against me, pulling so tight that it feels like I’m fucking a virgin who spends eight hours a day doing Kegels.
I stop, losing myself in the sensation. I stroke the side of her face where the hairs are still damp from the shower. Press my kisses on her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. Wait for her to ride out the full length of pleasure before I start again. Withdrawing my hand from her wetness to cup her breasts. My breasts. My right tit. My left tit.
The hairs on the back of her neck. Mine. The skin of her shoulder, glowing with a light sweat, dancing with her strange colours. Mine.
The wet tunnel convulsing around my cock like it was born to fit me and only me.
