All of her.
I lose my sweatpants, crawling back over her and settling between her thighs, my hands wrapping around where she’s hiding herself. She always does this.
I’ve no idea why, because she’s fucking perfect. “You’d need to get a plan B tomorrow, darling.”
We’re in our early twenties; she’s still got a year of university to go. As much as the thought of filling her with my cum rewires something in my brain, I don’t want to do that to either of us.
Especially her. She’s got so many plans.
Her eyes eventually flutter open, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I have an IUD.”
“Since when?”
“Since the first time…y’know.”
My smirk grows, and I hook my thumbs underneath her panties along her hips, dragging them down her silk-like skin. “No, I don’t. Tell me?”
It earns me a swat against my bare chest. “Stop teasing, Saint, you do.”
I know exactly what she’s talking about. The last time I went down on her, conjuring as many orgasms out of her in the one moment, until she couldn’t speak a coherent sentence. She fisted my hair so hard, begging mepleaselike an addict.
It took every steel ounce of self-control I had, because I wanted to take it slow with her, let everything be on her terms.
I press my lips against hers, hovering just enough that her tiny pants ghost along them. “I wanna hear you say it, darling.”
She drags in every molecule of air in the room, steeling her shoulders beneath me, and it fills me with pride when she answers, “When you…kissed me down there.”
“You mean when I ate your pussy and you came all over my tongue countless times?”
I glide my finger along her soaked slit, sliding one in with ease, and then another, causing her to moan my favourite words. “Oh my God.”
Her hands slap against my biceps, gripping me as the slow circles I draw on her clit with my thumb have her bucking. She’s drenched, just like I knew she’d be.
“Are you still as brave as when you sent the text?” I ask.
She’s always got more courage when she’s not with me, and as much as I want this moment, if she wants to wait, I will.
“Yes,” she whispers, holding my gaze this time.
Fisting my cock, I line it up with her entrance, feeling the heat as I nudge against her, my spine already tingling at the base.
I’m going to need to recite the fucking alphabet in three languages to stop me from coming inside her in ten seconds.
Glancing up at her, my hips tilt a little further, and she nods, letting me sink a little further into her. Each time I pause, she gives me another nod, until I sink the last remaining length inside her, gritting my teeth as I try to control my breathing. “Christ, you’re fucking tight, baby.”
My pulse is roaring in my ears. You’d think it was me who didn’t have the experience as I fight with my breathing, watching as she stares up at me, eyes fighting to stay open as I slowly move, letting her adjust.
The heat sheathing me in her is fucking intoxicating; I never want to leave it.
Leaning down on my elbows, I kiss her so she’s as breathless as I am, each thrust of my hips slow, and I whisper against her lips, “How do you like it?”
“What do you mean?”
Pressing a hard kiss against her lips, I look down at her. “Indie, don’t be shy. You never have to be in front of me.”
She always lives to please others, never asking for anything. I want her to own who she is, demand everything she’s owed.
I’ll give her it all, no matter the ask.
