“Nick,” she moans. “I’m about to…”
“Do it, Casey.”
I push again, letting my hands fall back onto the mattress. My thrusts are hard and deep – unnecessarily so – but I want to feel her shatter underneath me.
“Nick…” she says again, before making the most exciting noise I’ve ever heard.
The orgasm crashes onto her, escaping her perfect mouth as a yell. I feel her shake against my dick, and I enjoy the sensation of every moan and every tremble. I start to quicken my movements, feeling the deep, powerful orgasm shudder through me, clouding my vision.
I collapse on top of her, my head between her breasts, waiting for my body to snap out of this trance. I watch the rise and fall of her chest, leaving a trail of delicate kisses across her breasts. When I see that she’s started to calm down, I slowly pull away from her, before falling at her side.
Her boiling skin next to mine; the curve of her breasts; the outline of her stomach, her legs. Her face is turned up towards the ceiling, flushed and sweating, her hair splayed out across the pillow. I watch her, in all her fucking beauty, and something in my chest starts to kick so loudly that I’m afraid she’ll be able to hear it.
Then she turns her head towards me and flashes me a smile that causes a stir between my legs.
“Casey, you’re…you’re a dream.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says. “You’re just in a post-sex haze. You’d say anything right now. It’s like a drug, you know. It’ll slowly leave your body, and…”
I grab her suddenly, rolling her on top of me and stopping her words with my mouth.
This post-sex kiss is almost better than the one before it. It’s filled with satisfaction, tranquillity. My body and my mind are peaceful, now.
She pulls away from me and looks into my eyes.
“Now I’m convinced.” I tell her.
“Mmm?”
“You do look really good on top of me.”
47
Casey
Iclose the fridge door, and his voice makes me jump from over my shoulder.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I turn suddenly to find Nick standing in front of me, naked, in all his glory.
“I was hungry,” I say defensively.
“Then what’s that?” He points to the bottle in my hand.
“I was thirsty.”
He steps towards me threateningly, forcing my back against the fridge. I shiver as soon as my skin makes contact with the cool metal, feeling my nipples harden against his chest. His eyes devour them, before coming back up to meet my gaze.
“I turn away for one second and you disappear from my bed?” he asks, falsely angry.
He places a hand firmly to the side of my head, pushing himself against me.
“Get back in that bedroom right now,” he says authoritatively.
“Not until I’ve had dessert.”
He lifts one eyebrow.
