‘Jesus Christ.’ I slide back and forth against her slickness, making both our legs weak. Her cheek is pressed against the bed, her eyes open and the colour of polished lapis. Pushing forward, I watch as my cock disappears into her body; a sight like nothing else.
‘I wish you could see what I see, titch. Daytime fucking has its definite perks.’ Hands against her hips, I slam into her that last inch, pushing myself to the hilt. Her reaction makes me want to pound her harder, faster. Shame this isn’t what I have planned.
‘This. Nowthisis something I’ll be thinking about again and again.’
As I pull out almost to the tip, Fin’s eyes roll closed and she lets out the best fucking moan; sweet and desperate, her muscles clenching again as though to stop my retreat. With a snap of my hips, I slam back in, shunting Fin a little way across the bed.
‘You’re gonna make me come.’ Quicker than I’d like if she keeps on with the noises and internal gymnastics. ‘Make me come before I’m good and ready.’ I curl my body around hers as I whisper into her ear, sliding my palm down the length of her as I pull back... and smack her arse one more time. She yelps and then moans as I immediately slam back inside. ‘And if you do, I won’t be happy.’
Though, seriously, what man isn’t ecstatic blowing their load?
I seal my threat with a sucking kiss to the top of her spine.
Slide out slowly. Rotate. Repeat. One of the best things about doggy is definitely the visual, watching your cock disappear into someone, inch by slow inch. And before that thought is fully formed, I’m pounding into her, again and again, not able to get close enough, and no longer capable of restraint. My hands are so tight on her hips, no doubt there’ll be bruising, but beneath me, Fin’s body responds in time with my own. I can feel the moment it happens, the moment she reaches her peak, her hands almost bloodless amongst the twisted sheets, her body rigid, her arse grinding into me as her muscles taunt and tease.
I slide my hands under her body for leverage, her nipples hard against my palms, and in that moment, my thoughts are no longer sentient as need hits me like the sudden whip of a lash. I want to devour every soft inch of her; possess her body and mark it as mine. My movements are wild and frantic as I push inside her—deeper, harder—her sharp gasps and writhing body only increasing my sense of desperation. Despite my earlier protestations, it’s like I can’t get there quick enough, everything blurs at the edges, my focus drowned out by one thing. This orgasm, now barrelling through me thick and fast.
Fuck me.
I place my head against her shoulder as the white noise retreats, the sense of satisfaction almost overwhelming as I feel her pulsing around me. Her breasts are still in my hands, rising and falling with her rapid breath, my heart beating against the skin of her back as I try to catch my own. If I stand, my legs will be a wee bit wobbly; I can admit to myself, at least.
‘It was not quite a marathon, but no’ quite a sprint.’ My words are murmured into the soft skin of her neck. ‘And not bad for starters, at least.’ Her answer, when she makes it, makes me grin.
‘I take it that’s a reprieve for my ass?’
