“Fuck!” He grinds out.
I think that meansdo it again,so I do. I drag my hand up his shaft and down, stroking him with an even rhythm and a tight fist. He weeps precum all over my hand, and after a minute, his fingers wrap around mine.
“Whoa. Okay. You should… get on. If you want.”
“Are you going to come if I keep doing this?”
He bites down on his lip as we both stroke his cock, and groans, “Probably.”
“Maybe I should keep doing it. It would be hot to see you spurt all over yourself, and me too. I’d love for you to paint me in your come.”
I cup his balls for emphasis. He hisses out a few curses under his breath. “I’d love to be inside of you. I want to be close to you, so there’s no space between us at all. If you want me to pull out and finish on you, I can.”
Holy shit.I think I’m the one in danger of coming and there hasn’t been a single bit of stimulation against my clit. I’ve been so focused on him that I’ve barely noticed how soaking wet I am, making a mess of his lap.
I guide his cockhead to my entrance and sink down at the same time he pushes in. I’m soaked, plus gravity, plus the fact that we’re both panting and going to lose our minds, pretty much works together to seat him inside of me in a single thrust.
He gasps my hips, fingers clenching around my belly and my ass because they’re so big on my body. “Shit. Sorry. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Neither did I, but I’m good. More than good. I’m fantastic. I love the feel of you inside of me. So hard and thick and throbbing.”
“Shhh. I want this to last more than a minute. But also… I love how you feel too. Tight. Hot. So wet.”
I pick his cross up and rub the worn metal between my fingers. It’s so smooth. Maybe if I can concentrate on the warmth it holds from his body, I can keep myself from hair trigger coming all over his cock.
Probably not.
I love the way he trembles, like this is the best thing he’s ever felt, but also likehe’strying not to think about that because he’ll hair trigger come.
Maybe it would be better not to move at all, or just rock a little, but I can’t. He feels too good. It all feels too good. I want to kiss him, but I settle for hovering my mouth right beside his, feeling his hot breaths against my lips. Kissing would be dangerous. Kissing would start a chain reaction that I know I wouldn’t be able to stop.
He keeps trembling. I open my eyes to check in with him. “Are you okay?” If he’s in pain, I’m going to die, I swear. Knowing that I hurt him or that he’s taking one for the team isn’t the vibe.
He’s so gorgeous, always, but especially like this, with his face flushed and his lashes resting against his cheek, his beautiful Cupid’s bow lip parted a little from the bottom, hard breaths escaping.
“I’m okay.” His fingers tighten on my hips. “I’d love it if you rode the hell out of me and came. I’m not honestly sure how long I can last.”
“I hear that. It’s nice like this. Face to face. I can feel you everywhere, but it’s more than that.”
His hips surge forward and he bucks up, spearing me with his cock. He’s already so thick and long, and he hitseverywhere. I’m so shocked that I drop his cross.
“Sorry!”
“No!” I lift up a little and come back down slowly, taking every inch of him torturously. We both groan.
I do that over and over, working myself on his cock.
I drop my head and kiss his neck madly, sucking and biting at his throat. I find his cross and take it between my teeth. It tastes like metal, but also like salt and spice and Shadow. I suck on it then let it fall out of my mouth so I can find his lips. I kiss him like I’m never going to get another chance, all while I work myself on his cock.
All that work is going to drive me straight over the edge. The heat is already building. It’s more intense, deeper, darker than the first time.
He curses under his breath. “You’re so good. So, so fucking good. Please, keep doing that.”
My thighs lock tightly around his muscular waist, and I set my hands on his shoulders, changing it up a little. I slowly, slowly lean back. Changing it up even more. I watch as fierce pleasure rolls over his face. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he does throw his head back. His hips surge forward, driving his cock deeper into me.
He drives forward suddenly, like he’s unable to control himself. It’sawesome. And crazy. He hits every part of me, including that spot that is so uncomfortable for a few thrusts that I want to writhe away from it, but I don’t. I lean into it, and soon, the weird feeling blooms into pleasure so powerful it knocks the breath out of me.
I grab his arms and sink my fingers into his biceps and hold on while he takes me closer and closer to—
