Her hand reaches to cover her eyes again, but I’m ready this time. I grip her wrist, pinning it above her head.
She works down a swallow. “I…I don’t know. I’ve only done it twice before, and I was drunk.”
Envy pools like green ink through my veins at the thought of another man getting this.
Being her first.
I lied; I do fucking care about it.
“Let me help you decide.”And wipe those experiences from fucking existence.“Do you like it slow?” My dick teases against that spot inside her, grinding my pubic bone against her clit, forcing her eyes to flutter and her breathing to be shallow.
“Or do you like it fast?” I thrust at a pace that springs her eyes open, her lip bitten, and fuck is it the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Or do you want it hard and rough?” I fuck her like my life depends on it, nudging her up the bed, our skin slapping against the other. The rattle of the headboard clatters over the music.
She slaps her hand across her mouth, eyes squeezing shut, and my hand grips her throat, head tipping against the pillow.
“Slow…for now. Please,” she breathes as my hips go back to grinding, but I keep my hand firmly against her neck as she holds it there, feeling her swallow, electricity sparking beneath my palms as I watch her in awe.
“That might be my favourite word from you, baby.”
My pace is agonising, fighting against the urge to fuck her into the mattress and flip our worlds upside down. But watching the desire dragging down her lids as she stares up at me, I can’t get enough of it.
This woman has me so deep within her clutches, and the worst of it is, she didn’t even need to try.
I willingly gave myself to her.
Her walls clamp around my dick, sending a shudder down my spine as she orgasms, and it takes my breath away, my forehead dropping to hers as she cries out my name into the crook of my neck.
It doesn’t take long for me to go over the edge with her. My strokes become staggered as my balls tighten, and I let my cum fill her. It releases a primal groan from my chest, feeling like I’ve staked my claim.
Slowly dragging out of her, she softly whines when I do. “You okay?” I whisper, kissing her tear-soaked cheek.
She kisses me back, feeling the smile against mine. “Why did we wait to do that?”
My laugh is dark, and I roll onto my back to hold her in my arms. She grips the covers, throwing them over us before she nuzzles into my side, and I feel it.
The peace making itself known as it threatens to take me under.
I set an alarm on my phone for an hour, throwing it on the desk as I wrap my arms around her.
Time feels like it skitters by, and I lean up off of her to get changed, handing her clothes to her as she does the same when she wakes up.
Walking over to her window, I slide out onto the roof, holding my hand out to her to offer her beside me. The cool breeze is welcome on my skin, still burning from what just happened in her bed.
I thought us having distance would be easy, seeing as it’ll be a regular occurrence.
This has revealed it’s just going to be fucking harder.
She nestles herself between my thighs, and I wrap my entire body around her, pressing a kiss to her temple as I pull a cigarette out.
“I hope you’re picking those butts up after you launch them around the yard. My mom’s going to kick my ass if she thinks they’re mine.”
The smoke leaving my lips puffs in stuttered bursts as I laugh. “She knows you don’t smoke.”
Indie turns in my lap, looking up at me, her face flushed and the look of a woman drunk on lust. “Let me try it.” She holds her hand out expectantly.
I give her it, watching in fascination as she inhales, blowing it out without so much as a cough.
