“Fuck me,” she whispers.
The sight of her vulnerability has me pausing for a minute.There’s a pressure weighing down on my chest, and I have no idea why.
I press the tip of my dick over her clit, and her eyes close shut in pleasure.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” I warn, and before she can question me, I slam myself inside of her.Her eyes fly open, her mouth open but no sound slips out.
I spread her thighs further, using them to anchor me as I thrust inside of her.She cries out, her eyes widening at how loud she’s being.She slaps her hand over her mouth to quieten the noise.I would tell her it’s no use, that you can hear our bodies slapping together clearly enough, but I don’t care.
Fuck.
She is as tight as I remember.
She matches me thrust for thrust, ruining any semblance of control that I held on to.
“Fuck,” I growl, feeling my balls tighten.
Her eyes glisten, sweat beading on her chest as she watches me.I’m barely able to stay upright, drowning in her pale blue eyes.
It has never been like this before.
I’ve never felt this before.
I use her body to fuck that fear away, to give me something to concentrate on, other than the feelings she evokes inside of me.
Even when she glances away, giving me a clear out, despite the fear in her own eyes, I act with feelings.I grip her chin, getting her to face me.I don’t speak, or even mutter a word, as I lean down to press my mouth against hers.
She kisses me back just as fiercely.Knowing she’s just as helpless against this pull between us snaps the little bit of control I was hanging onto.
I thrust harder, never once taking my gaze off her.Her moans flutter through my grunts.
Just when I begin to think I may be going too rough, too hard, her eyes close, and she shoves her face into my neck, crying out in pleasure.
A primal sound rips from my throat when I feel her walls clench around me.I sit up, gripping her waist as I slam inside of her.
“Again!”I demand.
Everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman comes alive in this moment.She takes everything I give her whilst her body screams for more.
She grips my arms, the tips of her fingers digging into my flesh, driving me to fuck her harder.
Her tits bounce, and I can’t help the groan that slips through.“I’ve never fucking wanted anyone more in my life.”
She moans at my confession, her walls clenching.“More.”
“Good girl,” I praise, enjoying the sound of our bodies slapping together.“Take it all.”
Watching her come apart so easily for the third time, I let myself go, filling the condom with my seed.
There is nothing like the chase of an orgasm, but I’ve never had one this strong.And it’s all because of her.
Nerves come off her in waves as I lower my weight on her body.I ease them with a kiss to her mouth.“I’m going to clean up,” I whisper, not knowing what else to do.This is normally where I say goodbye to the chick.“You should probably answer your phone.Messages have been pinging for the last five minutes.”
“My messages?”she questions, looking adorably confused.
“Yeah, your messages,” I confirm, leaning in to kiss her once more.Her body melts into the blanket at the move, so I climb off the bed and walk straight over to the bathroom door.Hopefully, whoever has the other room connected, hasn’t forgotten to shut their door, otherwise they are about to get an eyeful.
I dispose of the condom in the bin, having learnt not to flush them down the toilet early in life.
