By the time the waves of her orgasm receded, I had already removed my clothes and slipped on the condom Matty gave me at the club. He'd also told me where to find the rest of the box should tonight go well.
Talk about friend of the century.
"You ready for more, blondie?" I crawled up her body, holding myself up with a hand on either side of her head.
I hovered above her, waiting for an answer while soaking up how beautiful she looked, her makeup a mess and hair askew. The glazed look of desire in her eyes told me she was hungry for more, but I needed to hear her say it.
She passed a hand through my hair, curling it behind my ear and sending shivers down my spine. Fuck, Clarke was dangerous. She made me want things I had never thought about before. Things people like me didn't deserve.
"I'm ready for everything."
That was all the invitation I needed to nudge myself against her opening and thrust forward, one inch at a time until I bottomed out inside of her.
"Fuck.You feel like heaven."
I gave her a minute to adjust to my size. I wasn't swinging around a horse cock like Pink, but I'd had enough sexual partners to know that I was above average. On top of that, Clarke's experience was minimal. All she had to do was say the word and I'd pull out. I could just as easily spend the night eating her out and cuddling.
She rocked her hips the tiniest bit forward, allowing me to slip in farther.
"Jesus. Fuck."
The sensations were overwhelming. Her pussy stretched around me, squeezing me tight like a warm, wet hug. Her pebbled nipples pressed tight against my bare chest. Fingers raked my back, digging into my ass to pull me closer, deeper. I wasn't going to last. And as much as I wanted to pretend that was due to the fact I hadn't had sex in nearly a year, I knew it was because of her.
"Baby," I grunted. "I promise I'll make this last longer the second time, but you feel too good. I can't hold back."
"Don't," she all but screamed. "Give me everything."
You asked for it, blondie.
Unable to stop myself, I bent down to take her mouth in a searing kiss. After that, it was a race to the finish. I hammered into her over and over, an endless soundtrack of bodies slapping together bouncing off the walls.
This wasn't making love. It wasn't even sex—there would be plenty of time for both later. No, this was primal, chaotic fucking.
"So fucking good," I huffed in time with my thrusts.
"So."Thrust."Fucking."Thrust."Good."Thrust.
I set a furious pace, but Clarke didn't complain. Instead, she snaked her arms around my neck and held on tight, matching me in rhythm and fervor.
"I'm going to come again," she gasped.
"Fuck yes," I grunted, slamming into her hard enough to shift her up the bed.
Her teeth sunk into her plump lips, biting back a deep, guttural moan. When her eyelids drifted shut, I wrapped a hand around her throat. "Uh uh, baby." Her eyes widened—with fire, not fear—when my hand slightly tightened. "Eyes on me. Watch me while I fuck you. While I make you come on my cock."
That was all it took to send her over the finish line, with me following closely behind.
"I swear, I usually last longer than that."
Clarke laughed against my chest, her warm breath tickling my skin. "Did you hear me complaining?" When I grabbed a handful of her ass, she quickly added, "Besides, you more than made up for it the second time around."
That was true. The first time had taken the edge off. After that, I'd fingered her to orgasm again before swapping out the spent condom for a fresh one and taking her from behind.
That time, when she came, it had been with my name on her lips and my handprint on her ass.
"That wasn't too much, was it, blondie?"
She tilted her head back until her eyes met mine. "Which part?"
