My mouth finds her neck and then her shoulder. I feel her trembling, and I know she’s close. I bite down on her shoulder, and that’s all it takes. My girl’s pussy grips my cock, and I think I’m going to lose it, but somehow I manage to keep my pace even, thrusting inside of her and letting her ride out her orgasm.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her skin, pressing a slow kiss just where I bit down. “I promise I’ll go slow next time,” I tell her, thrusting my hips harder. I need to fill her. I want to watch my cum drip down her pretty thighs when I’m finished with her.
“Wait, wait,” she suddenly says, and her voice is hazy, clouded by the pleasure still coursing through her body. She’s breathing hard, trying to get the words out.
“I’m not on birth control,” she says finally, her head falling back because I just hit her spot with my cock. I’m not slowing down.
I lean forward and brush my lips softly against hers.
“I was counting on that,” I murmur.
Her eyes widen, and then I rest my forehead against hers, my voice dropping lower as I fuck her pretty pussy.
“I’ve been dreaming of coming inside of you since the first night I stalked you right here in this library,” I tell her quietly, gritting out the words and thrusting harder. “Now be my good girl and let me fuck you.”
I don’t know if it’s my words or the way my fingers are digging into the soft flesh of her hips. Maybe it's my cock stretching her, filling her, pulsing inside of her as I start to come. I feel Livy’s pussy tighten even more, gripping me and trying to pull me deeper inside of her. My name leaves her lips in that breathless tone I’ve come to love so much. We come together, her body trembling for the second time tonight and milking my cock until I fill her to the brim.
As I hold her, whispering soothing words of praise, it occurs to me that while I spent so many years finding her, I will spend the rest of my life making sure I never lose her again.
BASH
Iwake up slowly with nothing but warmth under my cheek.
I’m sprawled across Livy, half on top of her body, my arm wrapped around her waist while she lies flat on her back beneath me. My head rests against her breasts, and I have to say I think this is better than any fucking pillow on the market. I’m so much taller than her that my legs can’t tangle with hers under the blankets like I’m sure I'd enjoy. Instead, her leg is hooked around my body, and her foot rests on the back of my thigh.
My girl’s fingers are in my hair.
It’s all slow and gentle, and I know she’s trying not to wake me.
I keep my eyes closed because the second she knows I’m awake she might stop.
And I don’t ever want her to stop.
Her nails scratch lightly across my scalp, and I’d murder everyone I know just for five more minutes of this.
Her fingers slide through my hair again, and I shift closer without thinking, pressing more of my weight into her.
God.
She’s warm.
Soft.
Before I can stop myself, I nuzzle my face against her chest, my hand coming up to cup the side of her boob. I squeeze gently and open my mouth to…
Livy’s whole body shakes when she laughs.
“Are you pretending to be asleep so I’ll keep rubbing your hair?”
I grunt in response.
Then I rub my face against her again just to prove her point.
That makes her laugh harder.
“You’re awfully cuddly for a stalker, Sebastian.”
I crack one eye open and look up at her, my fingers still needing the soft yet firm flesh of her breast. What the fuck are boobs made out of anyway? It’s the weirdest, yet best fucking combination on the planet, and I’ll die on that hill.
