Then her mouth is on mine, tentative at first, but then with increased urgency, her lips and tongue hungry for more. Still hesitant, I give her what she wants, allowing her to take it at whatever pace works for her.
I shift, intent on moving on top of her, but her hand tightens in my hair, her lips leave mine. “I want it like this.”
“What?”
“Come on, Ren,” she croons, her lower body now writhing against me. “Fuck me like this.”
She doesn’t give me time to respond, already pushing her shorts out of the way just enough for her ass to be bare. Then she’s reaching behind, her hand yanking at the top of my boxers, sliding beneath the waistband, reaching for my cock.
Snagging her wrist, I pull her hand away. “Careful. You don’t want to hurt yourself. I’ll do it.”
“Hurry,” she responds, breathless. I push my boxer down enough to free my dick, barely managing to get into position before her hand is on my hip, pulling my pelvis flush with her ass.
Pulling back slightly, I slide my dick along one cheek, groaning at the streak of pre-cum left behind. I press my tip between her legs, equal parts excited and frustrated by the lack of depth reached.
“Spit on it.”
“What?” I mutter, already feeling a bit delirious just from having the tip of my dick rubbing against her warm skin.
“Spit on your cock,” is her breathless reply. Then she’s licking her own fingers, reaching back and rubbing them between her legs.
Pooling saliva in my mouth, I use my fingers to transfer it to my dick, smearing it over the head and along the shaft. Her hand is back on my hip, pulling insistently until my slick tip slides between her legs.
She presses back against me, a low moan falling from her lips as my cock slides along her clit. Closing her legs, she rocks rhythmically, her hand clutching my hip, urging me to match her movements, which I do.
Only to immediately feel my need rising, completely unchecked. I choke out a laugh. “I’m not even insi?—”
“I don’t care,” she interrupts, her mouth falling open on a gasp, “It feels,” she pauses, her efforts increasing, “So good.”
“Slow down,” I plead, uncertain what she wants, but knowing it’s going to be out of my hands if she keeps going. “For fuck’s sake, I’m not gonna last, even like this.”
“Don’t then,” she responds, now rubbing her clit on me more urgently. “Oh fuck,” she breathes, her eyes closing, her nails digging into my hip. “I’m gonna come. Oh yeah, just like that. Come. Come.”
I watch her face, that initial twist of almost pain that immediately shifts into bliss as she comes, just like that. Spooned in front of me, my cock rubbing against her clit, her soft moans and gasps grabbing me right by the balls and pulling me over with her.
I come on her clit, along her pussy lips, but then I grab her upper leg, lifting it slightly as I pull my hips back, pressing the tip of dick inside her, leaving the last of me inside her clutching depths.
I slide in slowly, easing back and pushing in, inch by inch, watching her response, listening for any signs of discomfort. She’s watching me, panting little sobs that have me wanting to come again while she’s rotating her hips, easing me in.
Once I’m pushed in deep, I whisper, “Is this okay?”
She nods, her parted lips glistening where she licked them, tempting me. I adjust my arm beneath her head, pulling her up as I twist my torso around, pausing just shy of pressing my mouth against hers. “Is this too much?” she shakes her head, attempts to kiss me, but I move just out of reach, “Am I hurting you?”
She narrows her eyes, lifts her head. “Fucking kiss me already.”
I search her eyes for a moment, terrified that I’m going to hurt her, but all I see reflected back at me is the same yearning I feel inside me. So, I lean in, first licking her lips, teasing her while I pump into her, relieved my dick is still hard in the slick of come inside her.
She pants, a low moan falling between us. I press my lips against hers, muttering, “Touch yourself. Come for me again,” and her hand immediately moves down, her leg shifting to make room for her fingers, that rhythmic pull driving me mad.
My pace is slow, intentional. Every inward stroke punctuated with a sharp push, every outward slide dragging the tip of my dick right to the very brink. In and out. In and out. In and out.
When she comes, her eyes lock with mine just as my lips touch hers, her moan a vibration against my seeking tongue. Her body shivers, her back bowing as pleasure rushes over her, and I press inside in short pulses, extending her orgasm before letting myself come, deep.
I curse, moaning incoherently against her lips, incapable of looking away even as I feel she’s baring my soul to her gaze. I don’t try to hide from her, I don’t attempt to shelter her from what I’m thinking or what I’m feeling. Instead, in these few moments where we cling to those last remnants of ecstasy, I let her see everything; my love, my need, my sheer desperation for her, and only her.
She says nothing, but the shiver that runs over her is no longer from bliss nor is it from cold. It’s her body releasing those last bits of herself she’d been holding back. The pain and fear she pretends doesn’t exist behind her misplaced humor and refusal to face her own vulnerability.
A lone tear leaks from the corner of her eye, dripping down onto my arm. She blinks, her breath catching—holding—and for a moment I think she’s going to push it down, that she’s going toshove those big feelings back down where she’s had them locked up for so long she may feel she needs them there to survive.
