Maybe I’ve essentially been gearing her up all week, yet I can’t help but wonder. “Why are you so tight, April?” I study her face as her breath catches and my finger continues to work her. I can’t lie, I love having control over her.
“You know that answer,” April whispers, and I could swear I hear vulnerability.
She doesn’t give me a clear response, so I stop my effort to bring her to her edge. I walk my fingers up her flat stomach and underneath the flimsy shirt, and I find a nipple to pluck. “You haven’t been with anyone since our video escapade,” I point out the fact.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “Have you?”
I smirk to myself; I have no problem admitting the obvious. “Don’t read into it. I don’t fuck random people during baseball season.” If she can do the math then she knows that she was my last.
She figures it out, because she leans up, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me into a kiss. A passionate kiss that shows she enjoys our truths, and hell, I kind of agree with her.
We draw our kiss out until the need for air hits us.
It’s intoxicating how lost I am in this moment. We both want me to plunge right into her, and we can’t get there quick enough because our mouths and hands run wild.
Proven by the fact that she rolls me to my back and straddles me with a confident look before she ensures I'm watching her peel the shirt up and off her body, revealing her beautiful tits. I smile as I reach to my nightstand table for a foil package before I flip her right onto her back again and coax her to shimmy up the mattress until her head rests on a pillow.
I part her legs wide, diving in to place my mouth on her heat, kissing her inner thighs, blazing a trail of determination in the process. I lick her once, twice, but that’s all she will get because we have one goal right now.
Crawling up the mattress to cage her in, I breathe near her ear, her hair extra flowery, and I hate her for the fact that it will linger on my pillows.
“Wrap those pretty little legs of yours around my waist,” I urge.
“I’m always, what was it you said…” She pretends to search for a word. “Compliant.” April tilts her hips up against me to highlight her efforts.
I sheathe the condom on. “The thing about this scenario is that I’ve worked you up all week so this round we don’t need to be gentle.”
A lazy smile appears on her lips as I tease the tip of my cock around her opening, gliding between her slick heat, taunting her clit, entering her without warning then backing out.
My finger does one more test round, exploring her, and she yelps in surprise when I touch her intimate back opening. A sinister hum escapes me. “Relax. We’ll explore that another round.”
Her eyes grow wide before her delicate long finger circles my shoulder while I align myself with her opening. “You keep referring to rounds, plural?” She cocks a brow.
Driving myself in until I reach her hilt, we both gasp from the force. “Okay, multiple rounds,” she breathes out in agreement and gets lost in the feeling of me filling her up.
I pull out only to push back in, doing it a few times until I feel April ease underneath me.
Our eyes hold as I move inside of her, until a few pumps later, when our foreheads touch and we slow the pace.
Slowing it down makes this far worse. I’m sinking into her, wanting to drag out every second of this because she feels like the best thing that could ever happen between the sheets. I was never meant to play any sport but baseball, and now I think I may not be meant to fuck anyone but April.
That frustrating point causes me to fuck her with a bit more force, hooking my arms under her knees to draw them up toward my shoulders, her body willingly offering itself to me.
Her warm wet pussy that is as good as her snide remarks.
The sound of skin slapping and our heavy breathing fills the room. I feel heat spread throughout my body, and I notice the blissful look on April’s face.
I peer down to get a glimpse of my cock sliding into her, and it’s a magnificent view. But not quite as good as April’s mouth in an O shape, with her breath trapped because she is lost in the feeling of having me inside of her.
“Breathe,” I remind her.
“Fuck,” she bluntly replies.
A laugh escapes me as I continue her request.
My finger lands on her clit to bring her to the next level, but truthfully, the next few minutes are a blur because our mouths continue to fuse, and we keep turning the tide with slow, fast, slow, fast until her teeth are clenching into the corner of my mouth as I bring her to her edge.
“Spencer.” My name on her lips sounds like a plea, one that I ignore because I want her undone.
