All of him, shaking, shaking, shaking—muscles, heart, body, and bone. Like he was coming apart, coming undone, and all that was left between him and death was me.
And when I finally managed to take all of him inside me andwhispered his name, he groaned like I’d just buried a dagger in his chest.
“Baby,” was all he said. “Baby.”
His eyes were still squeezed shut, and I was grateful, because I suddenly felt on display, straddling him like this. I’d tried being on top a handful of times before now, and every time, I’d felt like I was doing something wrong, and even now, I wasn’t sure what to do.
Bounce up and down? Circle my hips like I was playing with a Hula-Hoop?
He didn’t open his eyes, but he squeezed my hips and grunted, “I promise I’m going to look at you again, but I’m half a second away from blowing my load, and I need a minute.”
“Really?”
His firm lips quirked—half smile, half tortured grimace. “Really. You could start recapping the plot ofThe Phantom Menaceto me and I’d still go off like a rocket.”
“Because it’s a boring movie?”
“Because it’s a cinematic tour de force!” he exclaimed. “Have you ever seen the ‘Duel of the Fates’ fight scene? It’s the seminal creative achievement of our time!”
I laughed and then he sucked in a breath. “Babe,” he managed. “Seriously. I’m dying here. You feelso fucking good.”
And just like that, all my anxiety was gone. It didn’t matter what I did, because Kallum loved all of it, was in agony just from being inside me. I didn’t need to impress him or please him—I didn’t need to put on a show. This was for both of us, and as if he knew which way my thoughts were going, heopened his eyes a sliver and murmured, “Do what feels good to you. It all feels good to me.”
So while Kallum watched from under hooded eyelids, I experimented. I tried lifting myself up and down, the way I’d had when I’d tried being on top before. It felt good, butonlygood, so I stopped and tried swiveling my hips next, moving in slow circles and feeling Kallum’s rigid cock move inside me in turn.
His hands were tightening and loosening on my hips—out of pleasure or the effort of restraint, I didn’t know—and then he groaned again as I tried moving forward and backward on his lap, grinding as hard as I could. Sparks shot hot and bright into my stomach every time I did.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, bucking my hips even harder. His erection felt bigger than ever inside me, filling me up, choking the breath out of me. The swollen bead of my clit had the gravity of a supermassive black hole; my soul, my entire being, was being pulled down, down, to where we were joined. To where it was wet and hard and tight and urgent, and I was shaking now too, trembling, an orgasm looming over me like a threat, like the shadow of a tidal wave ready to pull me under.
Kallum leaned back a little and lifted up my skirt, his eyes hooding even more as he watched me fuck myself on his lap.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, his voice nothing but gravel. “That’s it.”
“Kallum,” I whispered, almost panicked. It was too much, too good, too hot—one person couldn’t endure the force of pleasure this intense. I was going to die when I came, I was sure of it.
Kallum’s hands moved to my ass, and he urged me on, moving me over him, his eyes roving everywhere—my face, my bra-covered tits, my eager cunt—while he murmured a litany of absolute filth.
Your pussy feels so good, baby, so fucking good.
Spent so many nights jerking off thinking of this.
God, you’re wet. Make me wet too, babe.
And then one of his hands moved, a fingertip finding the tight, pleated circle behind my pussy and grazing the sensitive skin there. I shivered as he traced the place where my cunt stretched around him and then trailed the slick moisture back up to my hole.
“I want to fill you up everywhere,” he said, leaning forward to drag beard-rough kisses along my throat and collarbone. “I want to feel the inside of you while I’m fucking your cunt. Can I?”
“Yes.” The word fractured into a moan as he began pressing his finger inside. It was a sweet pressure, a shudder-inducing invasion. It made everything feel tight and full and filthy.
“I’d love to put a toy here someday,” he grunted. “Would you like that?”
“Only if I can return the favor,” I whispered and then blushed as he pulled back to give me a burning look.
“Don’t say it unless you mean it,” he warned.
“Would you... would you do that? For me?”
A dark grin, crooked and quick. “I’d do it forme. It would be so hot to have you fuck me there.” He leaned in to nip my jaw. “Who knew Winnie Baker harbored such dirty fantasies?”
