“I didn’t want to be another girl who wanted more. Another one.” Her expression changed to vulnerable.
“Come here.” I rearranged my sweatpants so my cock was away and pulled the duvet down, inviting her into the bed.
She took the half dozen or so steps over to me, still naked, still beautiful, and walked into my open arms.
I stretched out on the bed, pulling her on top of me, putting the duvet over us both, her body pressing on top of mine.
I raised a hand to the back of her head, undoing the clip and placing it down so I could thread my fingers through her hair, bringing her mouth to mine. The kiss was slow and languid, soft and easy and unrushed, all the things it needed to be. Different to the one caught on camera earlier, but holding all the same feelings. Needs. Wants.
My other hand ran down over her back and onto her bottom, cupping one cheek, my fingers sliding towards her inside thigh.
I didn’t let the kiss stop. Soft, shallow kisses that morphed into each other, her breasts pressed against my chest, the skin of her back and bottom and thighs smooth under my hand. Her legs had parted, hinting for my hand to find somewhere else to explore.
I didn’t.
“Gully, I’m going to explode. Either touch me or I’ll make you watch.” She pushed herself up, the blanket falling down, her body unhidden. She straddled me, her hands on my shoulders, her lips swollen and pink, her tits perfect and there for me to touch, which I did.
I manoeuvred us so I could take a nipple in my mouth, toying with it with my tongue, flicking over it and sucking gently, knowing that her tits were sensitive. A sigh from deep within her told me that this was going well, so I carried on, switching to the other. Iris rocked her hips, her hand dropping between her legs, cupping her pussy.
I lay back, my hands still cupping, touching, rubbing over her tits, but I wanted to watch.
“Let me see you make yourself come.”
She stopped, her fingers wet with her own arousal. “Why won’t you do it again?”
“Tomorrow. When we get home. I want to watch you first.” I caught her hand and guided her fingers to my mouth, licking at the tip of one first before taking them deeper, sucking the taste of her from them again. She was tangy and sweet at the same time, pretty flavours that helped make my cock feel as if it was about to burst.
Iris spread her legs, giving me a perfect view, and began to toy with herself, rubbing her clit in circles, smoothing wetness from her centre, small, short words falling from her lips incoherently.
I carried on playing with her breasts until she came, soaking her hand and my sweats. Without giving her time to think, I caught her hand and pushed my sweats lower, guiding her wet hand onto my cock.
It wouldn’t take long, I knew.
“This isn’t a true representation of how long I can last for.” I could feel my balls tightening already, my orgasm close. “I don’tthink I’ve ever been as turned on in my life.” I couldn’t resist any longer, cupping her between her legs, feeling her pulsing heat and the dampness that was still there. “Fuck.” We were at the single syllable stage.
“I’m happy to do that.” She shifted her hips, her words breathless. “I need to come again.”
Temptation stared me in the face and whacked me with the back of her hand.
“Tomorrow.”
“Why?” She looked at me confused. “Why not now?”
I put my hand on top of hers, keeping my orgasm at bay for a few more seconds. “I want to take it slow.”
She knelt up higher, keeping one hand on my cock and the other guiding my hand between her legs. My fingers played at her entrance, that tempting heat and tightness too much.
I knew enough to know that none of this would harm our baby growing inside her. I knew Iris feeling good would make everyone feel good. I pushed one finger inside her, feeling her hips rocking, then added another, finger fucking her like we were seventeen again.
Her hands started to move, jagged shifts of her fist that were as sophisticated as my fingers. She came on my hand, the feeling enough to send me over, ejaculating over my stomach, making that mess I used to be embarrassed enough about to have to joke it away.
Iris’ face was flushed, her breathing as heavy as mine. We slowed, bodies relaxing, the air changing.
I braced myself for something, I didn’t know what.
“I want to tell you I love you because I do, but I need to pick a time when it’s right. You picked the perfect moment; I need to pick mine because you’re the last man I’ll ever say those words to.”
“I think that was the perfect moment.” I kissed her neck, her shoulder, felt her heartbeat against my chest.
