She moans into my mouth when I reclaim her lips. I just want to kiss her and fuck her until the end of time.
Using my grip around her shoulders, I slam her almost violently onto my cock. Up and down like a relentless beast.
Instead of becoming a ragdoll, she clamps onto my shoulders and mirrors my movements. She’s giving as good as she gets.Fucking hell.I’ll never last at this rate.
The erotic sound of slick slapping skin fills the room. Our mouths break apart, and we gasp for air. Now we’re a chorus of grunts, moans, and serrated breaths.
I get a sick thrill when I realize the sheets are bunching underneath us from the way her back is gliding up and down the mattress.
Nearing her climax, Lila’s grip on me tightens.Everywhere. Her fingertips dig into my shoulders. Her thighs hold me in place. And her pussy contracts, attempting to lock me inside her.
She’s about to milk me dry.
Aching to feel her release, I coax her on. “I know you’re close, baby. Come for me. Let me feel it.”
Memories of how sweet she sounds when she orgasms with my cock inside her kept me company for years, fueling my fantasies and ruining me for all others. But they don’t do justice to the perfection of the real thing.
Quiet mewls she struggles to restrain turn into quivering cries, all cushioned by throaty breaths. And when she finally reaches the precipice, it all crescendos into a melodic keen.
What I wouldn’t give to hear it on repeat for the rest of my life.
Thank merciful fuck I had a release in the shower, or else I wouldn’t be able to resist following her over the edge. That would be a shame because I’m far from done with her tonight. Making her shatter once won’t sate this potent desire.
I slow my hips while she comes down from the peak, letting her set the pace from underneath me.
Her vise-like grip gradually loosens as she comes down from her high. We kiss tenderly while I still myself inside her so I can feel every tiny quiver and flutter of her waning climax.
She breaks the kiss, drawing her head back to look at me. The tension pinching the skin at her temples shocks me. The bliss from five seconds ago has all but vaporized.
Studying me carefully, she asks, “Why are you stopping? You didn’t... well, you know. Did you?”
“I’m just giving you a little rest.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” She sighs with relief, neck going lax. “I thought you couldn’t because I’m not?—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, cookie.”
I see what’s happening.
Fucking hell.
Whatever hits she’s taken to her confidence these last few years is almostenough to make me flaccid. She was shy before,but this is something else entirely. And I refuse to consider what caused her to doubt herself this much. Was it me or someone else?Fuck. I can’t go there. Not tonight.
Keeping my worries about that on a low simmer, I softly grip her chin and encourage her to look at me. “I could come just from looking at you. The only reason I didn’t join you is that I don’t want this to end.” Deciding to add a little self-deprecating humor, I quip, “And I’m too fucking tired to get it up a third time.”
Her laugh is reserved, if a touch placating. But the longer she looks at me, the brighter her expression becomes until she’s beaming as only Lila can.
I can’t resist capturing her lips. Her ethereal smile begs to be claimed.
Although the kiss starts tender and reticent, it soon turns carnal. Our hips follow suit, pulsing with renewing fervor in concert with our teasing tongues.
How the fuck can she doubt how much I want her?
Her body, her sounds, her taste—everything about Lila entices me. I’m greedy for every last bit of her.
If I can’t convince her with my words, maybe I can with my actions.
Reluctantly, I break the kiss so I can change our positions to give me a view of more than her face. Rising, I kneel and sit back on my heels. My cock slips out, which feels like a crime.
