"More…you."
I thrust a bit deeper, breathing in her ear. "You know I’m trying to get you to saycock, right?"
She laughs, then gasps, her eyes widening as I thrust a bit deeper. "Do you think it will help?" she giggles, as my thumb brushes firmly across her nipple.
My eyebrow lifts. "Beautiful, watching your sexy lips say that word is something I will file away in the memory banks for a million years.”
"You're getting chatty again. Does that mean you're upset?"
I scoop a hand under her hips, carefully trying to maintain the angle. "Not upset. Lucky. Here I am with the sweetest, most beautiful woman in the world, and my only problems are that her slick little pussy is a bit too tight for my cock, and she won't say a naughty word for me."
My shallow thrusts become quicker and more urgent, then she gives me a seductive smile. "I need more of this massive, thick cock," she whispers urgently.
I swear, the tremor shudders through both of us. I kiss her again, hard, the feeling of her soft skin against me turning my blood to fire. I gradually push deeper and deeper, until somehow she has finally taken my entire length.
She gasps deeply, then again as I pull all the way out before thrusting back in completely. "So fucking sexy," I groan into her lips.
I lift my head to drink her in. Her mouth is slightly swollen from all the kissing. Her throat is flushed. Tendrils of hair are sticking to her forehead. Then I lean back to look down ather trembling belly, and the sight of my length disappearing between her pink lips.
"You’re so big and solid," Joy whispers, as her hand moves across my chest, then down my side. "Every part of you. You're built like the mountain."
"And you like that, don't you? You want a tough man who's going to take care of you?"
I don't even know what I'm saying, but I’m happy when she nods eagerly. My hands return to her hips as she wraps her ankles around the back of my thighs.
"My gorgeous, hot girl needs every thick inch of my cock, doesn't she?" Another eager nod. “She loves that she drives me insane. Loves that she makes me so crazy that I have to ravage her until I can't see straight?"
Her smile, together with the slow blink of her lovely blue eyes, completely shreds the last scraps of my control. Her thighs tighten around me as her hips shift, seeking more friction against her clit. I lick my thumb, then move my hand between us, brushing her button firmly in time to my deep, slow thrusts. Her channel is twitching and squeezing, her entire body preparing for another explosion.
"You came all over my fingers so hard. Gonna come on my cock now?"
It's difficult to keep my pace slow as I thrust deep. The friction feels incredible. Joy takes a shuddering breath, nods, then I lean in to crush my mouth to hers. I can feel her response in my chest, through the way she grips my length. I'm so hard it's slightly painful, as I fight to hold back the grunt I feel with every stroke.
Her hungry kiss melts into a whimper as her inner walls clench harder, strangling my girth until I can barely move. The orgasm overtakes Joy as if she were a marionette, a string pulling up from her chest to arch her back, her heels liftinghigher behind me, hands gripping the back of my neck as she holds on for dear life.
Her expression is flooded with pleasure. She's also flooding my cock with her juices, which allow me to stroke even more deeply. I thrust firmly through her climax, rocking in time with her, until her unfocused eyes lock on mine again.
I'm seconds behind her, my back teeth grinding as I barely hold back a roar of triumph, thrusting harder and deeper until my cock explodes inside her snug, wet pussy. The relief is so intense that my vision swims. Then I feel a soft palm on my cheek, and I lean down to kiss Joy gently.
Everything is a blur as our bodies untangle and she slides into my arms as we lie on our sides. The kiss continues as I reach for the blankets, clumsy wrapping her up snugly.
"That was incredible," I finally manage to breathe. "Are you…I mean…" I want to ask her if she's still happy with her decision, but don't want to place doubts in her mind.
Joy’s palm brushes my cheek again as she smiles. "It was perfect. Better than perfect.”
12
JOY
We’re settling into a morning routine already, making coffee and breakfast together while pretending to get in each other’s way. I love it. It feels wholesome.
Meanwhile, my body feels totally altered by the slightly less-than-wholesome activities of last night. I feel transformed. Like, I finally understand what half of the world’s singers have been talking about for years.
In the middle of buttering thick slices of toasted whole wheat and oat bread, Bear murmurs, “Your phone is flashing.”
I glance over to where it’s plugged into one of his charging cables at the far end of the counter. It’s the only person who texts me with any kind of regularity.
Carl: Are you okay after that storm?
