My mouth finds hers again, slower this time, but deeper. I lick into her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her. She whimpers, her hips shifting on my lap, grinding downinstinctively. My cock hardens beneath my jeans, pressing up against the thin fabric of her panties. She feels it, freezes for a split second, then rocks forward, seeking more friction.
"Easy," I say, my hand sliding up her thigh, fingers tracing the edge of her panties. She's so damn wet already; I can feel the dampness through the cotton. I hook my fingers under the waistband and tug gently, testing. She lifts and shifts her hips without me asking, letting me slide them down her legs. They pool at her ankles, and she kicks them off, bare now except for that oversized t-shirt.
Her pussy is slick against my jeans as she settles back on my lap. I groan, the heat of her soaking through the denim. My hands push the t-shirt up, bunching it at her waist, exposing her completely. No bra means her breasts are free, nipples hard and begging for attention. I cup one, thumb brushing over the peak, and she arches into my touch, a soft cry escaping her lips.
"You want this?" I ask, voice low and commanding, but I watch her eyes closely. They're wide, vulnerable, but the desire there is real. She nods, biting her lip, and that's enough for me to take control.
I unbuckle my belt with one hand, the metal clinking in the quiet kitchen. She watches, breath coming in short pants, as I free my cock from my jeans and boxers. It's thick and hard, pre-cum beading at the tip. Her eyes flick down, then back to mine, a flush spreading across her cheeks.
"Touch me," I tell her, guiding her hand to wrap around my shaft. Her fingers are tentative at first, stroking slowly, but I show her the rhythm, thrusting lightly into her grip. She's careful, like she's afraid she'll break something, but the way her thighs clench around me tells me she's aching.
I lift her slightly, positioning her over me. "Sit on my cock, Lucky. Nice and slow." She lowers herself, the head of my dick nudging her entrance. She's tight, wet heat enveloping me inch by inch as she sinks down. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to thrust up hard. Instead, I hold her hips steady, letting her set the pace at first.
She gasps when I'm fully inside her, her walls clenching around me. Her hands brace on my shoulders, nails digging in as she starts to move, rocking her hips. I let her ride me like that for a moment, watching her face— the way her eyes flutter shut, her mouth parting in quiet moans. But I'm the one who leads, so I take over, gripping her ass and guiding her up and down, fucking into her with controlled thrusts.
The kitchen chair creaks under us, but I don't care. I pull her t-shirt up further, breasts bouncing with each movement. I lean in, capturing a nipple between my lips, sucking hard. She cries out, her pussy fluttering around my cock, pulling me deeper. "That's it," I growl against her skin. "Take what you need."
She's close already, her movements getting erratic, breaths turning to sobs of pleasure mixed with whatever emotions are churning inside her. I slide a hand between us, fingers finding her clit, rubbing firm circles. She shatters then, coming hard on my cock, her body shaking as she clenches down, milking me.
I hold her through it, thrusting slower now, drawing out her orgasm until she's limp against me. But I'm not done. Not even close. "We're going to my room," I say, voice firm but gentle. I lift her off me, her pussy reluctant to let go, and stand, keeping one arm around her waist. She clings to me, legs wobbly, as I scoop her up, t-shirt falling back down but doing nothing to hide how exposed she is.
The walk to my bedroom is short, but I take my time, carrying her like she's precious. She buries her face in my neck, whispering my name like a prayer. I kick the door open and lay her on the bed, the sheets cool against her flushed skin. She's a vision—hair splayed out, t-shirt twisted, thighs slick with her own arousal.
I strip quickly, shedding my shirt, jeans, everything. Naked now, I climb over her, caging her in with my arms. "Tell me if it's too much," I say, searching her eyes. She shakes her head, reaching for me.
I kiss her again, hot and demanding, tongue fucking her mouth as I settle between her legs. My cock slides against her pussy, teasing her entrance. She bucks up, impatient now, and I give in, pushing inside her in one smooth thrust. She's even tighter here, on her back, legs wrapping around my waist.
I set a steady rhythm, domineering in how I pin her down, but every thrust is measured, watching for any sign she's overwhelmed. Her hands roam my back, urging me on, and her moans fill the room—raw, needy. I fuck her deeper, angling to hit that spot inside her that makes her arch and gasp.
"Ethan... please..." She's begging now, and it drives me wild. I speed up, pounding into her pussy, the bed creaking under us. My hand slips between her legs again, thumb on her clit, and she comes a second time, harder, her walls pulsing around me.
That pulls me over the edge. I bury myself deep, groaning as I cum inside her, filling her up with hot spurts. We stay like that, locked together, my weight pressing her into the mattress as we both catch our breath.
I roll off her eventually, pulling her into my side. She's fragile, still trembling a little, so I wrap an arm around her, holding her close.
"You okay?" I ask softly, kissing her forehead.
She nods against my chest, a small smile breaking through. For the first time tonight, she looks a little less broken.
She rests on my chest for a few minutes, and I stroke my hand slowly down her back, grounding us both.
She whispers, “You make me feel… safe.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Good. That’s all I want.”
But as soon as she sits up, something changes. Her expression shutters. Her breathing quickens. Her hands tremble as she pushes her t-shirt down.
“Hey,” I say softly. “What’s happening?”
She blinks too fast, eyes glassy. “Nothing. I just— I shouldn’t have done this. I don’t know. It’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid,” I tell her. “And you don’t have to explain.”
But she’s already halfway out the door, shaking her head.
“I’ll— I’ll see you in the morning,” she says, voice tight.
And before I can get up, she’s gone.
