But she’s in control now.
“Anything,” I rasp, giving her a firm nod—right before she shifts her weight, twists her legs, and spins around without leaving my cock, still seated, now riding me reverse cowgirl.
She rolls her hips again, slow, deep, keeping the same agonizing rhythm as before but now her ass is bouncing against my thighs. Jiggling with each lift right in front of my face.
“Fuck me Alessia you can’t put your ass on my lap and not let me touch it.”
“Touch my clit instead,” she says.
I drop my hands from my neck, curling them around her waist before sliding one between her thighs, rubbing that aching, swollen nub like it’s the answer to every prayer I’ve ever had. Like a genie in a bottle, it starts her sweet moans again.
She rolls her hips, still not lifting the way I want—the way that I need—but I can tell she’s enjoying this, savoring every second of it. Then, just when I think I might lose my mind, she bends forward, her pussy brushes against my sack, and reaches between my legs to touch my balls and tug.
Hard.
“Shit,” I murmur, tensing, because it’s good but also a little painful too.
She smirks, glancing over her shoulder. “Payback.”
I huff out a laugh. “Okay, well, castrating me is a good way to do that but I’m not sure if that’s the goal here.”
“You’re inside of me bare,” she reminds me, voice teasing but edged with something deeper, something real. “The only guy to ever get that from me—except for my ex-husband.” She squeezes my sack again, but gentler this time. She’s reminding me of just how much she’s given me. It isn’t just her body. It’s her trust. “I think you’re doing just fine, wouldn’t you say?”
I chuckle, my free hand gliding up her stomach, cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
The truth is that I know Alessia’s given me more than her body and her trust. She’s given me a gift too that I didn’t know I needed. I’ve waited so long to put myself back out there, to start dating again, hell to have a one-night stand with a woman. I’ve come up with all the excuses:Eden, work, the house, bills, the family thrift store,but all of them were hollow.
I waited because I wasn’t ready until Aly showed up.
My mouth finds the back of her neck, my teeth grazing her soft, flushed skin, and I bite down just enough to leave a mark that’ll fade in a day.
I hum against her skin. “I do have it good. So, so good. What’s something you’ve never done before that you want to try?”
She doesn’t even hesitate.
“Anal.”
I still my movements. “Hm…”
Aly tilts her head to the side so she can see my face, rocking her hips again, dragging her soaked heat over me so slow, so deep, like she’s trying to ruin me.
“Have you?” she asks, her voice soft and vulnerable. “Have you ever done that?”
I need her to move faster. I need her to come again so that I can.
“No,” I admit, dragging my hands down her back, loving the gorgeous, creamy brown shade of it and the softness of her skin. Everything about Alessia is soft but she does her best to act hard.
She shifts, bouncing once, and I hiss through my teeth. “Just like that baby. Fuck your pussy is so tight.”
She does it again and I start seeing those stars behind my eyelids.
“If you want to try anal sometime, let me know,” I offer.
She laughs and smiles over her shoulder at me. “What if I want my first time with some other guy?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “You’ve got a perfectly good cock right here. In the house you live in. One you seem to be enjoying.”
“For only another week,” she points out, lifting again, hovering at my tip.
