My stupid thoughts at bay.
If I know what’s good for either of us, that is.
Bea pushes up from my chest, rising on her knees, and my cock slips instantly farther between her legs.
‘Wait. Hang on there, babe.’ I don’t have a rubber on, and the need to fuck is great.
She whimpers, caught between desperation and sense as I reach for the condom and tear it open, the muscles in my abs tensing with raw need. As I slip it on the head of my dick, I’m aware of her rapid breathing, the knot in my belly, and the drop of sweat rolling from my neck and cooling on my chest. Of the tremble in my thighs and the cold movement of air as it blows into the room. But most of all, I’m aware of her face. Of how her eyes are fixed to where I slide the condom down my length.
Everything drops away as I breathe out, my hands falling, palms flat against the bed. I tilt my head back against the pillows, breathing out long and low, before taking her hand and directing it to the base of my aching cock.
She gasps as I wrap her fingers around it, whimpering a little as I spread my hands between her hips and arse to direct her body.Up. On.
‘Oh.’Her mouth is a soft“o”.The sound stretching out as I push inside.
‘Oh, fuck.’ My hiss counters her cry as the warmth of her body engulfs my tip. I fight the urge to yank her down—to fill her up. To fuck the life out of her. But the saner part of my brain knows that in order to make it good for her, she needs to be in control.
This time, anyway.
What I hadn’t expected was for this to hurtmeas her hand falls away and she takes me into her body in a way that’s so slow, it’s fucking torturous. Every part of me is vibrating. Every muscle aching and tight and desperate to be inside.
‘I did’nae have you down as the cruel kind.’ My words are grated out between clenched teeth as I try to keep my hips on the bed.
But then we’re skin to skin, and this is where the real fun begins.
‘Don’t hold back,’ she whispers. ‘I want to feel it all.’
‘You don’t know what you’re asking.’Jesus Christ, I want to own every inch of her skin.
‘That’s what makes it exciting. I know what I want, trust me.’ The fact that this trust is in reverse makes my gut clench.
‘Tell me. Tell me what you want,’ I say, pushing the hair from her shoulders and stroking my hands down her back. ‘Paint this picture for me in words.’
‘You’re a poet.’ Her fingers touch my face, sliding down over my chest. ‘A work of art.’ As she strokes the flat of my nipple, my dick twitches, the grip of her hot walls pulling me back in place. ‘I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you everywhere. I want this fucking to go down in history as the time Kit destroyed—’
‘His honey bee.’ Her insides start pulsing around my cock, a moan rumbling from deep in my throat. ‘You’re trying to fucking kill me, I’m sure.’
I start to move, slowly at first, counteracting her need with her arse in my hands. I try to set the pace and depth, I do, but with each flex of my hips, her moans become louder and a little more desperate, her tits bouncing so beautifully that it’s hard to hold back. I try to hold back myself, alternating between fucking her deeply—sliding out and thrusting in from tip to base, and more shallower movements—to small punches of my hips and little jabs.
And she loves it. She fucking loves it all.
The way she moans as I rub the tip against her slit, and the feel of me seated deep inside with her pussy rubbing my base. The place that’s too much for some women—too uncomfortable—but Bea is something special. And I’d guess, a wee bit of a secret pain whore.
The realisation of this runs through my body like a tactile thing, singing its siren’s song. I wrap my hands in her hair, arching her backwards and bringing a nipple between my teeth. Hard.
She moans, a helpless and hungered sound.
‘You like that, honey bee? Tell me how it feels.’
‘Words,’ she pants, her hands flat on her thighs. ‘I don’t have any. You’ve fucked the brain right out of me.’
Pinning her in place, I growl, thrusting up hard and fast, and tighten my grip in her hair, bowing her backwards and bringing my lips to her neck. My hips begin to pump and flex as I fuck her harder. I fuck her as though I can get her to take me inside her body. In my entirety.
Her expression alters, her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip, her eyes glazing, her body suddenly as tight as a bow. I slide my hand from her hair, dragging my fingernails down her back as she cries out.
‘I can feel you,’ I rasp. ‘I can feel you coming around my cock.’
She grinds against me, whimpering and repeating my name again and again, rocking her pussy against me as she takes what she needs.
