“Yes,” she whispered. “Now.”
She urged him inside her. Wetness slid down his shaft as he pushed into her body. She spread her legs wider, welcoming him in and his eyes slammed shut as he found himself deep inside the woman of his dreams. She was tight, her pussy still clenching from the orgasm he’d given her. He rocked slowly backward, and her hands descended on his shoulders, nails digging tight. “More? Please?”
He surged into her, and she tossed her head back, her stomach rising to meet his.
“You’re so big.”
“Yeah, you like it?”
“Yes. Only, can I just… move us a little?”
It stung how nervous she sounded about one little request. Patrick bent his head and kissed her. “Of course.”
Smiling, she shifted so he was exactly where she needed him. The tiny movements were like a tongue along his cock, and he clenched his jaw. In the motel it had been the easiest thing in the world to keep himself in check. Here, deep in Cheryl’s pussy for the first time, his muscles were shaking, and his balls felt like lead.
“Now fuck me,” she whispered. “Hard.”
And God help him, he did. He ploughed her as rough as his overheated body would allow. Cheryl’s fingernails tore his skin, and he welcomed the pain, grinding his pelvic bone into her clit. He needed to get her there, fast. If he talked a big game just to finish in five minutes, he’d have to jump off Eureka Tower.
“Oh my God, Patrick,” she moaned, and her pussy drew on his cock until he saw stars.
C’mon, he told himself. Get it done.
But her perfect lips were pressed to his throat, her heart beating against his chest. He was getting close and Cheryl’s moans and the slapping sounds as he drove into her body weren’t helping. He breathed through his nose, willed himself to hold steady.
“Look at you,” Cheryl moaned. “You’re so fucking hot.”
He choked out a laugh. “Yeah, you can talk.”
He glanced between their bodies, at the sight of his bare cock pushing into her tight pussy, and then he went woozy with shock.
“Shit. Cheryl, condom…”
Her nails gripped him tighter. “I know. I’m safe. I trust you.”
“I trust you too, and I’m safe as well—”
“So, please don’t stop. I want to feel you, Patrick. I want it to be us.”
If the thought of pulling out of her wetness was hard before, it was impossible now. He fucked her faster, cradling her body close to his.
It’s my fault, he thought. I’ll take the blame for this and everything else. Whatever she wants. Whatever she needs.
He rocked inside her and the motions became less frantic and more like a rolling tide. As he ground against her sweetness, they kissed again, and it was like falling deep into a place where everything made sense. This was what he’d imagined sex would be like as a kid. Joining together with someone he loved. This was making love. He cradled Cheryl’s cheek, no longer scared he’d finish too early. It didn’t matter anyway; they were here together.
“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, KitKat.”
Then he got to work. It wasn’t difficult to hold off anymore. He just had to focus on the sensation of being here for her. The air around them got lighter, the sun calling them into a new day. She was so wet his thighs were drenched, but she didn’t seem close. He slowed his roll. “What do you need? To come?”
“I don’t…”
“You can’t come?”
“I can, it just… sometimes it takes a while.”
He pressed his forehead against hers. “Okay.”
“Like a long time.”
