I roll us over and settle her on top of me. I grab her hips. With her shirt open, her small, perfect tits are on display.
Mine.
I need to taste every inch of that smooth skin. I lean up and swirl my tongue over her, then take her nipple in my mouth, sucking. She responds by grinding her pussy against my hard dick, with only the thin fabric of my boxers separating us.
I gently bite her nipple, and she lets out a low moan. “I’ve never had a second orgasm, you know, right after,” she says.
“Do you think that’s a challenge?” I scoff. “Two orgasms? That’s nothing. We can talk after your fourth.”
“Okay, easy, boy.”
But her laughter dies when she shifts to pull off my shorts. I help her, and soon, we’re both naked. I’m dying to bury my dick in her, but I force myself to go slow, let her set the pace, even as I’m shaking with hunger. She settles on her side, and I lie next to her. The mood shifts once again. We started off drunk with passion, then playful, and now, besides burning need, I feel something approaching reverence.
I’m here now with the girl I’ve never allowed myself to have, the girl I’ve never been able to fully get out of my head.
Her fingers wrap around my dick. I suck in a breath and grit my teeth. Letting her explore me is torture.
“I knew you’d be beautiful,” she says.
“That’s my line,” I gasp.
She teases me, running her fingers over my cock, softly at first and then with increasing pressure, and uses my pre-cum to lubricate her strokes.
My hand follows the curve of her waist, over the jut of her hip, and back around to that perfect place I tasted earlier.
“God, you’re perfect. Your heart and mind. And then there are your lips. Your smile. Those tits. And here,” I say, leaning down and kissing her bare pussy again because I can’t resist.
Mine.
There’s no hesitancy in her response. She gives herself completely to me, holding nothing back. I use my lips and tongue and teeth until she’s once again mindless for me. And because I can’t help myself, because I need to feel her come again when my face is between her legs, I push her over the edge.
I can’t wait anymore. She’s still climaxing when I pull a condom from the drawer and put it on. And I’m there at her entrance.
“Now.Now,” she commands in desperation.
I surge forward, and I’m in warm, wet, tight heaven.
“This needs to last. This needs to be perfect, but God, you feel too fucking amazing.”
“I don’t want you in control. I want you out of your mind for me,” she says, her eyes meeting mine.
I fuck her in slow, deep strokes, over and over, until I’m almost mad with lust, until she’s writhing under me, rocking against me wildly. I reach between us and circle her clit as I drive into her, until she’s chanting my name in sweet little gasps.
It’s my name on her lips while I’m deep inside her that shatters my world and shakes every defense.
“Come for me. Come for me now,” I demand, not able to hold back any longer.
My control snaps and my movements get rougher, but she’s right there with me, wrapping her legs around my waist and tilting her hips so I hit that one spot as hard and deep as possible.
“Fuck yes, there, Ryder,” she cries. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I swear and lose myself, keeping up the pounding rhythm until her tight muscles contract around me. And I come harder than I ever have in my life, waves of pleasure rolling through me.
When my sight returns and I can finally breathe again, I roll off her. But she draws me back down, so I shift in a way that lets me cover her without my crushing weight.
I lean up, just enough to see her face. Her smile is diamond-bright.
And it’s that smile that truly undoes me.
